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Chapter 11

I was kinda stunned at what Amy had just told me. Furthermore, due to the spell, I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out and keep on suggesting PG-13 rated activities before finally giving in to my desires. Apparently, Amy was dead-set on fucking me, and I had a feeling she didn’t mean Erica – she meant the male version of me. Talk about bold. Then again, this was Amy. Since the first day I met her, she had been anything but shy. Which was why her abrupt change of subject caught me perhaps more off-guard.

“Hey Eric, in all seriousness though, can I ask you something?” she mumbled, more timid and quiet, almost like Karen.

“Uhhh sure, what’s up?”

“What do you think of Anna’s new boyfriend, Robin? I mean, I know you and him are friends, I just wanna know if I can trust him.”

“Do you mean with your family’s secret, because I promise, he swore he wouldn’t tell anyone. In fact, I think he’s more scared of what you or Melissa might do if he did.”

I half-expected Amy to smile or laugh at this but she instead, stayed silent.

“Or do you mean trust him with Anna?”

“It’s just, it’s always been me and her against the world. I know it must seem pretty hypocritical of me to go out and bring home and bang every hot guy I meet and yet, when she actually finds someone she might like, I forbid her to hang out with him? I get it, I know how it looks and I don’t want her to resent me. But at the same time, I feel obligated to protect her and make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

Wow. I was kinda bewildered. This was the first time I had seen Amy show even the slightest bit of vulnerability or raw emotion. I didn’t know how to respond. For a couple seconds, I just looked into Amy’s face, which was betraying an earnest anxiety. Finally, I spoke up.

“Your heart’s clearly in the right place Amy. But I can assure you, Anna’s going to be fine. Plus, I think she knows how to look out for herself. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed yet, but Anna’s a witch.”

Amy finally allowed herself to smile a little, which helped me loosen up too.

“You two are sisters, twin sisters, twin sisters who also happen to be strong, beautiful, powerful witches, so you’ll always have each other’s back. Still, Anna’s not as innocent or naïve as you might think. She’s definitely ready to take risks, and that includes sex with boys… or whatever Robin happens to be at the time.”

Amy gave a hearty chuckle at this and wiped a tear away. I moved in to give her a comforting hug and it wasn’t until our boobs mashed together and she stroked my hair that I remembered I was still in Erica form. I broke apart from the hug and with a skeptical look, asked, “You didn’t turn me back into Erica just to get a girl’s opinion on this, did you?”

Amy laughed and playfully punched me in the arm and said, “Don’t ruin the moment.” She then brought me back into the hug. When she finally released me, she was still holding onto my lower back and gazing intently into my eyes. And that’s when she kissed me.

Now, I had done some pretty risqué things with Amy up until that point. She had given me my own set of tits and then massaged them and my cock until I ended up coming in my pants. She had even turned me into her bra and put me on while I tried to get her to masturbate for gods sakes! And whenever I was around her, she would hug me close and rub her hands all over my body, making sure to devote extra time around my crotch. But this was way more intimate than anything she’d done before. This was firm and passionate, like a nuclear explosion that fissured into a slow burn. It felt kinda wrong, like we were making love, rather than fucking, which might’ve been less inappropriate actually. But hotter still, my entire body was on fire the moment her lips touched mine. Every inch of my skin was tingling, not to mention my nipples and clit felt electrified. This kiss had to have some magic behind it. It was too much sensation. I felt an orgasm mounting and before long…


If she hadn’t been supporting me, I would’ve dropped to the ground as my entire body was shaken. I just moaned into Amy’s neck as she grasped my chest with one hand and furiously rubbed my mound with the other. Within seconds, I was hardcore cumming again. Thank god we were out at the farm in the middle of nowhere because I screamed so loud I scared some birds out of their trees.

Amy magically floated the both of us down to the ground where a blanket had just appeared. It was actually pretty awesome, cumming in midair. It took a couple of minutes before I stopped spasming and I lay there on top of her, struggling to catch my breath and recover from the multiple orgasms that had rocked me to my core.

“And just imagine, that was nothing! That was only a tiny taste of what we could do together. I’m sure if we put our minds to it, we could think up something even better” Amy teased with the hugest, shit-eating grin on her face.

“Holy shit, Amy! I’m pretty sure you’d be digging a grave for me if we went much further. That was unbelievable!”

“Psssh! Childsplay, my dear Erica.” 

“How’d you even do that without my permission? Shouldn’t the spell have stopped you?”

“I know, right? You must’ve really wanted to kiss me subconsciously. You initiated the hug, so the door was cracked open. But in that moment leading up to the kiss, your subconscious busted the door wide open. After that, the spell had created enough wiggle room for me to improvise. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to even kiss you on the cheek.”

After seeing my guilty expression, “Don’t worry, Karen won’t mind. But if it means that much to you, I can make up some story.” 

Suddenly, I felt a buzzing in between my and Amy’s chests. Amy pulled her phone out of her bra and slyly answered it, while kissing my nipple.

“Heeeey Karen, were your ears burning? We were just talking about you. By the way, what do you think of our little Pegasus? …Oh my god, so adorable, right?! …Oh not much, just enjoying the view out here. But hey! In other news, Eric finally gave into the spell! …Yeah! …Aw, that’s good, I’ll tell him. Anyway, you coming to meet us? …Okay, no, no worries, that’s fine. We’ll see you later then.”

“Is Karen not coming?” 

“Nah, she said she still needs some time setting up the surprise she’s planning for you.” Then with a cute giggle, “Oops! Aw nuts, look what I did.” 

“Wait – what’s going on? What surprise?” 

“Nuh uh Eric, I shouldn’t say any more. Karen said it’s not even ready yet so we have some time. Anyway, she also said she’s proud of you for finally submitting to the spell and wants to remind you that you have no reason to hold back. Whatever you wanna do is fine with her… and me. So... do you really wanna just cuddle while we wait?”

While I was greatly intrigued by whatever surprise Karen had waiting for me, I had to admit, this had been one of the most exciting afternoons of my life. And I was relieved it didn’t have to end just yet. My libido was practically holding me at gunpoint. I was finally ready to let loose. 

“Actually, I was wondering if we could do one last thing, Amy. That is, if you’re even interested.”

Amy gasped and sat straight up, giggling gleefully, clasping her hands together in front of her chest. “Yes yes, of course! Aaaaaah, what, what, tell me!” Realizing she had showed her hand with her overeager reaction, she took a moment to compose herself and then, very nonchalantly, with her arms folded, mumbled, “I mean, yeah sure, what did you have in mind?”

For once it seemed, Amy was in the palm of my hand and not the other way around. So I decided to milk this moment for all its worth. “Well, I’m not even sure if I should ask, I’m afraid this might be really crossing the line with Karen but…” 

I was purposefully drawing my request out, knowing that the thought of me taking things further was driving Amy absolutely crazy. She was squirming on the spot, like a child that has to go to the bathroom, anxiously awaiting me to finish the thought. At the same time, it felt like some strange force was compelling me to arrive at my point faster, like an invisible hand pressing into my back.

“…you see, I was wondering if I could maybe ask you to…” Now, for this part, I wasn’t acting. The thought scared the living shit out of me. I was so anxious that the words eventually tumbled out.

“…b-b-b-boob fuck me… as a guy.” I was so nervous, I had said, or rather stuttered, “boob fuck” instead of “titty fuck” like one of the bros at my school would have. For some reason, I could never bring myself to say the word titty out loud in front of a girl, it just seemed too vulgar.

Amy just stood there with her mouth open but her chest heaving like crazy; she was almost drooling. Finally, she had once again composed herself and softly said, “Hmmm, interesting. Are you sure that’s what you want? You don’t think Karen would get offended by such a… naughty request? I mean, I guess I won’t tell if you won’t…” Her voice was dripping with seduction as she slowly sauntered over towards me, her palm resting on my bosom. “You’re sure then?” I just looked into her eyes, shamefully. 

“Sure, why not Eric? We’ll give you a nice ‘boob fuck’.” 

“W-w-we?” I stammered.

“Oh yes, I think I’ll recruit a special friend to help me out with this particular task.” 

With a smirk and a snap, we were suddenly engulfed in a pink cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, I noticed we weren’t at the farm anymore. We had ended up in a purple, round, ornately decorated room accented by dozens of cushions, pillows, Persian rugs, with silk drapes and torches on the wall. It almost resembled…

“Are we in a genie lamp right now?” I turned around to face Amy but instead, I was met by…

“Oh my god… are you Beth Lily?”

I was so shocked, my voice came out raspy and ragged. No doubt in my mind it was her though. Beth Lily. The extremely busty, exceptionally beautiful model I had pined after for years, a world-class beauty. Here was the woman who had inspired and occupied several of my… ‘self-love sessions’. And if that weren’t enough, she was dressed as yet another insane fantasy: Jeannie, from “I Dream of Jeannie.” Except this outfit was a lot more risqué than anything I had ever seen Barbara Eden wear. Her luscious dirty blonde locks were done up into a high pony and adorned with a crimson fez from which a pink veil draped down. She wasn’t wearing the traditional vest, only a tiny pink strapless bra, spotted with tiny silver sequins, barely holding in her ridiculous, bulging boobflesh. And below, there were no gauzy harem pants – only a red g-string from which hung several small coins and tassels. She had gold bracelets on both wrists and ankles as well as a diamond pendant dangling tantalizingly between her awesome cleavage.

Don’t get me wrong, before I met Amy and her sisters, witches were definitely high up on my list of Most Arousing Fantasies, but genies were at least tied, if not a close second. It was almost too much to handle. My imagination practically exploded in its proverbial pants and my cock wasn’t far behind. Wait – my cock? I had a cock! I was male again! Amy must’ve made the change while teleporting us. Speaking of which, where was Amy? I soon had my answer as someone had snuck up behind me and started rubbing my crotch. 

“Eric, meet my special friend Beth.” Amy murmured in my ear, while stroking me just slow enough to keep me from getting too excited. “Beth, this is Eric… your master for today.”

Beth bowed, which offered me an even better view of her cleavage and sweetly said, “It’s so nice to meet you, Master.” Then, as an aside to Amy, she said, “Wow, he’s really cute!” That implausible combination of words, coupled with Amy’s hand, sent another jolt through my cock.

I was in awe. I had so many questions but it was understandably hard to concentrate on any of them at the time. Eventually, I mustered enough focus to reply, “H-hi, it’s nice to meet you too. Um, I’m really sorry, but are you the real Beth Lily?”

She casually replied, “Oh, that’s alright, I can imagine your confusion, Master. In fact, I’m flattered that you even know who I am! To answer your question, yes Master, I am the real Beth Lily.” To emphasize her authenticity, she cupped her breasts and jiggled them.

Amy, still casually stroking my cock through my pants, and quiet enough that Beth wouldn’t hear, whispered in my ear, “She’s not actually a genie, she’s a witch like me. But she owed me a favor. Just play along with us, I promise it’ll be more… satisfying that way.” Amy then proceeded to slip her tongue in my ear.

This new information shattered my already-fractured universe. Beth Lily was a witch this whole time? How many witches were actually out there? How many of them were actresses or models or porn stars I had fantasized about? ...Oh no. But I decided not to question my outrageous current fortune though, there’d be time for explanations later. Playing along, I said, “I see. And how do you know Amy?” 

“Oh, Amy and I have been great friends for a number of years, Master. I met her once at a party in London for some of my model friends and we really hit it off. Isn’t she so hot?” 

“Y-y-yes she is, but you’re incredibly beautiful yourself.” In response to my flattery, Amy nonchalantly dipped her hand inside my pants and gave my cock a slight appreciative squeeze.

“Aww, thank you Master. A compliment from my master is the highest praise I can fathom.” Wow, Beth was really committing to this character. She moved closer to Amy and I, her hips teasingly swaying. Once she was less than six inches away from me, (her breasts mere centimeters away from my face!), she brought her hand down towards my pants and joined Amy in rubbing my crotch, her other hand on my shoulder. “How may I repay your kindness?”

Amy fielded that question before I had a chance to respond. Although maybe that was best – my brain was pretty much useless at the moment. “Well, Eric here was just saying to me how much he loves your tits. How he’s jerked off to them dozens of times at least. How he sometimes even wishes he had a pair just like them so he could play with them any time he wants.”

“Amy!” I was utterly humiliated. Even though Beth was apparently a witch and had probably encountered things way kinkier, the fact that Amy was saying these things – all true, by the way – in front of the real Beth Lily, I couldn’t help but be embarrassed. Plus, what if Beth felt insulted? She was only play-acting a genie so she wasn’t bound to obey me – she could decide at any moment to turn me into a frog. However, Beth didn’t seem to be offended at all. In fact, she responded by giggling and vigorously hugging me and rubbing her boobs all over my chest. 

Upon seeing my dumbfounded reaction, Beth giggled again. God, she was cute. “Wowww. Is this true, Master? Thank you so much for noticing! I’m ever so flattered! That is high praise coming from my wonderful master! And I would be more than happy to give you a set of breasts just like mine. All you have to do is wish it, Massssster.”

I looked around at Amy. She nodded encouragingly with a huge grin plastered across her face, and I realized that the original fantasy I had asked for was going to take some unscheduled detours before arriving at the main event. 

“Uhh okay, I wish I had a pair of breasts like Beth Lily.” 

With a flutter of her fingers, Beth said, “Yay! Your wish is my command!”

Instantly, I felt the now-familiar growth of my pecs growing, which took me back to my first night – my first glimpse of magic – when Amy had done this to me. And now, it was happening again. Except this time, it was the legendary Beth Lily doing it to me, it was happening a lot faster, and it felt soooo good! I felt the fabric of my shirt rapidly push away from my chest, pleasurably rubbing across my nipples. 

Throughout the growth, Amy never stopped jacking me off and Beth had started massaging my growing breasts. And in a moment of panic, I realized that as a guy, I had not cum in over 24 hours. Plus, the spell seemed to have turned my balls into swollen, overstocked jizz warehouses, probably as a kind of punishment for not getting off sooner. The build-up I had achieved was unsustainable and so, like déjà vu back to that first night, with a pitiful moan, I came furiously in my pants. I could tell that the sheer flood of semen had been enormous. Amy continued to stroke my cock through the orgasm to coax every last drop out, clearly pleased with herself. Beth, however, just kept her hands on the breasts that she herself had inspired, looking down at my soiled pants, giggling adorably. I was so ashamed.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry Beth, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Relax Master, I’m not offended in the least. In fact, I’m flattered that we manage to turn you on so much. Isn’t that right Amy?” 

“Ohhh yes, ‘Maaaassster’. As a matter of fact, I’m so flattered, I think my underwear is soaked too!” Amy finally took her hand out of my pants, dipped it below her panties, pulled it out, and licked her fingers clean, her own juices mingled with mine.

“Well I guess I’m glad I didn’t offend either of you. However, could I maybe ask you to make this mess disappear, Beth?” I said, before glaring accusingly at Amy. 

“Of course Master! I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Your wish is my command.”

While the wet spot on the front of my pants disappeared, I could tell that the puddle of cum in my boxers had not. Beth just smirked and winked at me. She wanted me to stew in my own juices?! Ugh, this girl was a lot dirtier than I ever imagined! I realized though that it was pointless to argue with two powerful witches.

I finally looked down to acknowledge my new assets. I had achieved Beth’s level of massive breasts, which from all the private research I had done, I knew to be a 32H. 

“Are you pleased Master? They’re 100% identical to mine. Would you like to play with them? Or maybe you’d like to play with mine first, to compare?” 

I was stunned. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be hearing those words. I couldn’t find my voice, so I just nodded feebly.

“Here, I’ve got an idea: you play with mine while I play with yours.” Beth took my hands and slowly brought them to rest on her magnificent melons. She then placed her hands over mine, encouraging me to move them around, squeeze and fondle them to my heart’s content. This was heaven: they were so soft and jiggly, squishy yet still firm. Meanwhile, Beth had started groping mine; lifting them up and letting them fall back into place, massaging them in concentric circles with her fists, jiggling them up and down, flicking and pinching the nipples through my shirt. She definitely knew what she was doing… then again, they were technically her boobs so she probably knew what they liked better than anyone. I observed her moves and tried to replicate them, hoping I was doing half as suitable a job as her. But let’s face it, I was a little distracted by how good her massaging felt. My dick was already rising back to life. Amy just watched us in lust, not-so-subtly jilling off. Eventually, Beth unhooked her genie bra and for the first time, I finally got to see those orbs in all their unparalleled glory. It seemed so odd to obsess over, given the fact that I literally had a living replica of those exact same breasts attached to my own chest at the moment, but these were Beth Lily’s actual breasts, the real deal. Besides, the rest of her smoking body only served to accentuate her gargantuan breasts, while my own body was nothing special.

The moment Beth put her hands behind my head and started pulling, I knew what I was in for, though I could scarcely believe it. She pulled my face into her cleavage and motorboated me! (I was gonna have to update my bucket list after tonight.) I was still having a tough time reconciling reality so I tried not to go immediately overboard, scared of exploding in my pants again. Apparently though, Beth could sense my hesitancy. 

“Oh come on Master, you can be a little rougher than that” she teased. “Here, allow me to show you how it’s done.” And with that, she moved my hands out of the way, yanked my shirt over my head, brought her own face down to my breasts, and began motorboating ME! It was definitely bizarre but no less erotic. 

“That looks fun, I wanna try!” Amy squealed, not wanting to be left out.

“Be my guest” Beth offered. “As long as that’s alright with my Master.” I nodded timidly. While Amy motorboated me, Beth had started squeezing Amy’s boobs from behind, occasionally spanking or rubbing her tight ass. Wow! From her videos and photoshoots, I had no idea Beth could be this raunchy, she always seemed kinda innocent and demure. By this point, Amy was just slobbering over my new tits so Beth came back over and they each nursed at my nipples while simultaneously stroking my cock back to excruciating hardness.

“You know Beth,” Amy said in between breaths, “the first night I met Eric, he couldn’t stop staring at my tits. So I gave him a pair of his own and he practically begged me to let him keep them” Amy bragged while winking up at me. “Then, for his first date with Karen, he came to me on bended knee and asked if I could make him into a sexy girl, said he would do anything. Not to mention, he makes a damn good vibrator…” 

Sure I was a little irritated with Amy for spreading these blatant lies, but I knew it was all in good fun, so I just shrugged it off. I’d get her back at some point. Their ministrations felt so good, I couldn’t protest even if I wanted to. Plus, it seemed to get Beth even more turned on, so I just let it happen.

“Ooo, that sounds so hot, Master. I would love to see that! Seriously, pick any girl in the world and I’ll turn you into them!” 

Now this was interesting. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like I was tired of being Erica – I loved every second of being her and let’s be honest: Erica was objectively a stone-cold fox. But taking the form of one of my all-time favorite models or actresses? This definitely had its merits.

“Um, well I’ve always had a thing for Jordan Carver…”

Beth and Amy just looked at each other knowingly. “What? Oh god, don’t tell me she’s a witch too?!”

“Let’s just say she’s a mutual friend” Amy replied, giggling.

“Wait ‘til we tell Jordan about her new fan!” Beth said, nudging me in the shoulder.

“Wait – you’re not gonna tell her I asked you to turn me into her, are you?” I asked.

“Relax squirt, she’s not gonna be offended or mad. She’ll likely be flattered! And if she ends up doing anything in retaliation, I can promise it’ll be something you’d enjoy" Amy said, before patting my pants bulge. “Who knows? Maybe all four of us can get together later this week to play. Or maybe she’ll just wanna do a little one-on-one, with both of you as Jordan. But in the meantime, why don’t you pick another girl, just to be on the safe side?”

I was rock hard by this point and ready to explode again. So maybe it was a good idea to avoid another premature accident and get turned into a girl.

“What about Danielle Houghton? Would that be a problem?” I asked, hopeful that it wouldn’t but simultaneously very curious to see if they knew her as well. 

“Shouldn’t be, seeing as I’ve never heard of her” Beth responded. 

“I’ll look up a picture of her on my phone” Amy suggested. A minute later, Amy started giggling uncontrollably, gesturing for Beth to come over.

Upon seeing my selection, Beth cooed, “Ooo yes, she’ll do nicely. Good choice, Master!”

I didn’t see what was quite so amusing about wanting to be Danielle Houghton but I decided not to ask.

“I have a thought Beth. Don’t get me wrong, they are quite lovely, but what say we get rid of the boobs before turning him? Start from scratch? That way, he gets the complete experience of Danielle’s jugs.”

“An excellent idea, Amy. While we’re at it, do you think he should be naked for the transformation?” 

“Oh most certainly. Would you like to do the honors?” 

“Oh no, I insist, this one’s all you.”

If I wasn’t turned on so much, I might’ve rolled my eyes at their teasing. Amy snapped her fingers and I was suddenly naked, getting a bird’s eye view of my Beth-replica breasts. And although I couldn’t see past my rack, I knew my penis was also on full display and at full mast. The girls giggled at my immodesty but by this point, I had no cards left to play so I just let them ogle me. Though I did cup my breasts one last time, feeling the intense pleasure and heft, before they began to shrink back into my chest.

I stood there, flat-chested and expectantly, waiting for either of them to begin the transformation, but… nothing. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Eric?” Amy giggled.

“Yeah Master, you need to wish for it!” Beth reminded me, trying to hold back her own amusement.

I couldn’t tell if this was an actual provision of the spell or if they just wanted to humiliate me further by making me say it, but I didn’t mind. 

“Right, of course. I wish for you to turn me into Danielle Houghton.”

“It will be my pleasure, Master.” The cracks were beginning to show in Beth’s acting.

As I felt the now all-too-familiar tingling sensation begin, I considered who I was about to become. I was definitely not disappointed or feeling like I had to settle for my second choice; Danielle Houghton was a remarkable girl. She was an adorable, petite Hooters girl from Wisconsin that the Internet fell in love with. However, she suffered from a condition called juvenile gigantomastia, which caused her boobs to swell up to absurd proportions, which looked all the more outrageous on her petite, tiny-waisted body. I could never confirm their actual size (partly because they kept growing), but there were rumors that she had reached a double-L cup! I was only too excited to see how I would turn out.

The Fifth Roommate Chapter 11 (Fanstory)
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Chapter 10

When I woke up and opened my eyes, Karen was staring right at me. It was clear she had been watching me sleep for a while. She looked so beautiful in the morning light. She was lying on her side with her arms pressing her bare breasts together, creating a very enticing cleavage. I hate to admit it but I was looking right at her boobs for a little longer than I maybe should have. She didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, she just giggled and sighed, pulling my face into her chest as she tousled my hair.

“Good morning sweetie. How did you sleep?”

“Ya know, probably better than I’ve slept in years” I muffled through her cleavage. “And this isn’t a bad way to wake up either.”

She giggled again at this and started buffeting my face back and forth with her breasts. “Oh really? I’ll be sure to remember that then. But I should probably put some clothes on.”

And yet, Karen didn’t even get out of bed. She just laid there with her hands wrapped at the back of my head, pulling me in closer to her bosom.

I waited for a moment before saying, “Well, are you going to just conjure some of out thin air?”

“Mm, something like that, yeah.” 

At that moment, I started feeling that same tingling sensation and I immediately knew what I was in for. After all, I had already experienced this once before. My arms and legs, now hairless, had been coated in what looked like pink silk. My chest then followed suit, pink and soft.  

Because I was on my side, the shrinking felt different than last time. I seemed to be closing in on myself, drawing towards my center, rather than shrinking towards the ground. And then something weird happened (by which, I mean weirder than usual): I split at the waist into two distinct pieces.

The transformation carried on per usual after that. My head shrank in towards my body, my vision suddenly went dark, my chest exploded out into two round cups, my arms thinned out into narrow straps, and my back flattened up against my chest. Same as before. Meanwhile, my legs drew up until they were just a narrow band of cloth around my hollow torso.

I was a bra… and panties. From as best I could tell, my bottom half had become a skimpy, lacy, pink v-string. 

“You know Eric, even though I was freaked out and pissed when Amy did this to you, I gotta admit, I was a little turned on and kinda looking forward to wearing you myself. And when you revealed your interest in possibly being my panties, I knew it was only a matter of time before we tried this. By the way, feel free to ask for this any time you want. I’ll always let you be my sexy lingerie.” She stretched out the last sentence, adding a sultry, breathy quality to her voice. “Speaking of which, we gotta get to a beach soon. Just me and my itty bitty bikini…”

I couldn’t speak but I heard every word she said… and I had the fabric equivalent of a massive hard-on. Apparently, Karen could sense my arousal as she wasted no time in putting me on. The moment her amazing flesh entered my cups, I began squeezing and suckling her breasts; I couldn’t help myself! But when she slid those panties up her deliciously long legs and finally settled them into place around her pelvis, I discovered that I could eat her out while simultaneously sucking on her nipples. It was a little like patting your head and rubbing your stomach, but eventually, I had settled into a rhythm.

“Oooohh, that feels so good! Wow, I had no idea you were so coordinated! Is this what you were doing to Amy that one time?! If I had known that it felt this wonderful, I wouldn’t have gotten so upset with you. By the way, you may notice I made a slight change to my boobs. They’re now 36DD, just like your tag says. Do you like them?”

Unable to respond, I simply strengthened my resolve and attacked her with a renewed vigor.

Karen immediately gasped and began frigging herself which I could definitely feel and which only further turned me on. My panties half was essentially wedged between the folds of her pussy. Her ministrations, mixed with mine, felt like a pleasurable feedback loop that seemed to never stop. When Amy turned me into her bra, I remember not having much of a sense of time, so ten minutes of this pleasure-inducing mutual play seemed like hours. Eventually though, I had exhausted myself and had no choice but to stop. Karen, after almost a dozen orgasms, took note and started to calm down.

“Aww, is my bra and panties all tired out? Does he want to be turned back into a human and have some human fun?” she cooed, while jiggling her me-encased breasts. I responded the only way I could, by lightly licking her vagina.

“Woo! After that, I don’t know, I might need a couple more rounds of this.” But somehow, she sensed my pleading, so she took me off. After a few moments of tingling buzzing, I began expanding back into what must’ve looked like a slowly-growing, fuzzy, pink sex doll. When I regained my senses, I noticed that although I was human once again, I was of the female persuasion and I was naked.

“Karen!” I whined, noting the familiar change in my voice.

“What? I didn’t say I would turn you back into a man, I only said HU-man,” stressing the first syllable of the word while she playfully poked my breasts.

“Okay… mind telling me how long I’m gonna be stuck like this today? Because eventually, I’m gonna want to have actual sex with my very crafty, busty girlfriend, and I’m gonna want that to involve a penis.”

“Well, that can definitely be arranged, Erica.”

“…and I meant me having the penis!” I immediately replied, knowing exactly what Karen had in mind. I definitely wasn’t ready for that... or maybe I was, which frightened me more somehow. “By the way, and I’m definitely not complaining, but what’s gotten into you?”

“Alright alright, you win. If you want, I’ll turn you back sometime this afternoon, deal? I just miss hanging out with Erica is all, it hasn’t been just us two girls since before that sleepover. Plus, I’m finally ready to have all sorts of Amy-approved fun with my boyfriend, even though that may not be the correct term at present.”

“Amy-approved fun, huh? So, you won’t get mad if I ask for a few changes to Erica?” 

“Not at all! Ask away!” 

“Alright, inspired by your newly-endowed figure, how about you make Erica’s breasts a little bigger.” A couple weeks ago, I would’ve been ashamed and way too shy to ask for that request but after all that I’d been through, it seemed as natural to me as asking for a bigger cock.

“You got it!” Karen said, wriggling her nose – a nod to my favorite television witch – which resulted in a noticeable jiggle in her boobs.

Instantly, I began to feel my breasts swell. I clutched them excitedly in my hands, absolutely giddy to take advantage of this sensation. The first time, I was so caught off-guard that I was almost terrified to even touch them. But this time, I was more than ready and willing. I started furiously fondling my growing boobies, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Oh, so you want to enjoy the growth, do you? Let me see what I can do to help.” I saw Karen wiggle her fingers at me and my already-sensitive breasts suddenly felt like they were throbbing with pleasure. I could tell my pussy was dripping. Karen slid over next to me and put her hands over mine, helping me massage my oh-so-very-wonderful boobs. She then pushed my hands away and squinted her eyes, in pretend focus. She held her fingers on my nipples and mimed tuning them, as if they were dials on a radio. Instantly, my nipples got so unbelievably sensitive that I had a spontaneous orgasm and started gushing. Karen quickly locked her lips onto mine in order to mute the sound of my intense moaning. I swear, I must’ve unloaded at least a pint of fluid between my legs. And when Karen slowly descended towards my downstairs area with a devilish smile on her face, I actually scooted away in fear, my eyes as wide as dinner plates. I was still experiencing the aftershocks of that first orgasm and I honestly didn’t know if I could handle that much pleasure. However, Karen snapped her fingers and I was suddenly frozen. My boobs were still pulsing and growing and I could feel everything, but I couldn’t move. I could only watch through wide eyes as Karen crawled towards me, my heart beating like a hummingbird’s.

“Shh, I promise, this won’t hurt a bit. You might even enjoy it.” she said, that same wicked smile plastered across her face. And with that, she gradually lowered her head, and stuck her tongue out, millimeter by millimeter, until finally, it made contact with my now extra-sensitive clit.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” Even though I couldn’t speak, my mind was screaming at the top of its lungs as Karen was blasted in the face with squirt after squirt of my honey. If I hadn’t been frozen, I might’ve broken my back from such a powerful orgasm. To be fair, Karen was right: it hadn’t hurt at all, but the mind-blowing explosion I felt surging throughout my entire body was enough to make me black out.

When I came to, it wasn’t Karen leaning over me; it was two E-cup breasts encased in a red tanktop that I instantly recognized as – 

“Amy!” I immediately tried to cover up with my hands but my own breasts were so large by this point, probably a G-cup, that it didn’t make much of a difference.

“So! You two finally decided to have some real fun” she said, removing my hands and squeezing my enhanced melons. “While I’m happy that Karen finally got that stick surgically removed from her butt, I’m kinda offended you didn’t come to me first. I told you if there was anything I could do for you, all you had to do was ask. That offer’s still on the table, by the way.”

I didn’t know exactly what to say. In fact, I was a little embarrassed to be found this way in front of Amy, especially if she knew how much I had enjoyed it. She seemed to have read my mind.

“After all, from the sound of that orgasm, you must’ve been longing to do that for a while. And believe me, I would’ve been only too happy to provide that for you. Literally. Any. Time.” 

Yikes, my face was probably beet-red by that point. “Oh, uh, thanks Amy, but I think Karen’s got me covered at least for today.”

I didn’t even realize until she spoke up that Karen was still in the room, standing quietly off to the side, her face equally as red.

“Oh no! Eric, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot! I told Kristin that I would hang out with her today!”

Karen and Kristin? I could only guess what topic of conversation would come up: me… likely me as a girl… or a girl’s lingerie. “Oh. Um, no problem, that’s okay. I actually have some stuff I should probably catch up on while you’re gone.”

“No no, you should be allowed to have fun while I’m gone.”

“Really? You? Fun? Who are you and what have you done with Karen?” Amy drolled, dripping with sarcasm.

“You know what Amy? Fine. Time to put your money where your mouth is. While I’m gone, I want you to hang out with Eric and do with him –” at this, Amy’s ears perked up and she literally did a double take.

“…whatever HE wants. Okay? It has to be Eric’s idea. In fact, we’ll cast a spell to make sure that number one, he doesn’t pull back on his desires because of me and number two, you can’t do anything to him that he doesn’t wanna do.”

Amy was beaming. “Oh ho, fine by me. That shouldn’t be a problem; I know there are literally hundreds of things Eric’s wanted to do with me, to me, on me, inside me, etc. since he first moved in.” 

If I still had my penis, it would be diamond hard just from hearing those words. Karen, my girlfriend, who I had just shared something deep and meaningful, learned all of her innermost desires, secrets, and worries, was giving me carte blanche with her own sister, someone who she frequently cursed at and despised?! Also, if I understood the spell correctly, it would actually encourage me to act on my desires? What kind of sick joke was this? Was it a test? I had to play it cool. 

“Karen, are you positive you’re okay with this?”

“Absolutely Eric. After everything we shared last night, and then this morning, I trust you completely. Plus, I kinda owe you this one, don't I? He’s all yours, Amy… until I say time’s up.”

They cast their spell together and I felt a pleasant tingle wash over my entire body like a tiny wave. That’s when my mind started to go to naughty places and my nether region started to get a little warm. 

I just stood there with Amy for a good five minutes, feeling myself getting hornier and hornier, in a state of almost shock arousal, Amy completely eager to get started, while Karen got dressed, did her makeup, grabbed her keys, kissed me on the cheek, gave my butt a quick smack, whispered “Have fun,” and was out the door.

Amy slowly crossed over to me, a devious grin forming. “So tiger, what’s it gonna be? We have hours to kill, I’m sure there’s something we can do while we wait for whoever that was to get back.”

“Listen Amy, I don’t know about this. I mean, Karen and I just had a major breakthrough with the whole water nymph thing and as tempting as the offer sounds, I really don’t wanna mess things up in the first 24 hours of our real relationship.”

“Oh please! Trust me, this isn’t a test. You’re fine! Karen wouldn’t have suggested a spell if she weren’t 100% serious. C’mon! Besides, we might as well get started before the spell makes you do something… rash.”

And with a snap of her fingers, Amy made her clothes disappear. It was then I realized: this is the first time I’m seeing Amy naked. And wouldn’t you know it, I didn’t even have the right equipment! Of course, I had carried her breasts that one time but I hadn’t actually gotten to see them. In any case, Amy’s body was even more divine than I had imagined. Those sumptuous breasts that had occupied many of my more recent dreams were full, round, and yet perky, as if gravity had yet to even notice them. Her areolas were just the right size, capped with tiny, little eraser nipples that seemed to be perpetually hard. Her waist tapered tantalizingly down past her flat tummy where it swelled into a truly lovely pair of hips. And lo and behold, there was Amy’s legendary maidenhood, completely shaved, save for a glaringly obvious landing strip. Was it my imagination or did it kind of resemble an arrow pointing towards her… 

“Oh my goddess! Wait a minute – is this your first time actually seeing me naked?!” She briefly looked down at her chest, then to my crotch, then back up at my face, which was gazing intently at her boobs. “They’re really something, huh Eric?”

I froze, clearly caught staring. “Um, well yes, they are very big… and round… and beautiful… I’m- I’m sorry.” I couldn’t believe it! My brain had obviously severed the link to my tongue. I couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought! 

“Aw, that’s so sweet… would you like to touch them?” 

“Oh! Um, no, that’s okay, t-thank you though.” I literally almost broke my neck trying to look away.

“Come ON, Eric! Karen’s not even here! Besides, this is what us girls do all the time! Here, I promise, they don’t bite.” When I glanced back, she was leaning forward, jiggling them in her hands, clearly offering them up for my exclusive gratification. 

Fuck! I was trying so hard to be a good boyfriend to Karen but this spell was really testing my willpower. My hands almost felt magnetically drawn to Amy’s breasts. It was so bizarre – here I was, with my own glorious set of tits, much bigger than Amy’s were and yet, I couldn’t enjoy them! For some reason, I only wanted Amy’s! Thankfully, she let me off the hook.

“Fine, I can see you're having a tough time getting started. We’ll table this… for now. Anyway, so what’ll it be? You want regular ol’ me? Or, I could be your cartoon fantasy.”  Another snap, and suddenly, she was Jessica Rabbit, right down to the long, scarlet hair, shimmering red ballroom gown, and silk purple gloves. Oh yeah, and enormous tits. “Maybe you’d like one of your celebrity crushes.” Another snap, this time, she was Hitomi Tanaka, a J-cup Japanese model I was infatuated with, wearing a tight magenta tanktop (no bra) and a pair of white short shorts. How could she even know?! “Mm, or knowing you, you’d rather see Hitomi as Tifa.” Another snap, and her outfit changed to mimic the Asian bombshell from Final Fantasy: the iconic white tanktop, black mini skirt, and suspenders that famously framed her huge boobs. By this point, I was actually drooling, my mouth hung open as wide as possible. This went on for a while, Amy trying on different looks as if on shuffle mode, every one of them one of my biggest fantasies: Power Girl. Zatanna. Rangiku. I figure she must’ve hacked my computer because all of them were characters with large breasts. Or maybe she just knew me that well. One more snap, and she was back to naked Amy.

“Or, maybe it’s more of a fetish I can fulfill for you. I see you and Karen wasted no time with the breast expansion fantasy. Although not quite in the way I expected…” she said while giving my still-enormous boobs another firm squeeze. Throbbbb. “What about a different fetish? Would you like me to shrink you down and carry you around in my cleavage for the day?” she offered while pushing her boobs together with her hands. “Or ya know, I could turn you into my vibrator and have a marathon sesh with you, exploring all my nooks and crannies… Or maybe there’s a particular roleplay scenario you’d like to act out.” 

At this point, she flicked through different outfits, each more risqué than the last: librarian, teacher, schoolgirl, French maid, lady cop, Baywatch lifeguard, Playboy bunny, and finally, for good measure, a sexy witch.

This was killing me. Every fantasy I had ever conceived, practically the world of sex at my fingertips, my inhibitions magically lowered by a spell, and yet, my conscience was still holding me back. I knew I shouldn’t do anything sexual with Amy, no matter how much permission Karen gave me. But then, as if on cue, my mind flashed back to my time with Anna and Robin, when Anna had transformed herself into a centaur and suddenly, I figured out a loophole where I could still get something I wanted and maybe trick my damn libido into calming down; however, it was the kind of something that probably wouldn’t hurt Karen’s feelings as much. 

“I think I got it, Amy.”

“Oooo, tell me, tell me!” she said, bouncing up and down, so much excitement in her voice. 

“I want you to turn me into a horse.” 

“Really? That’s it? I mean, your one shot to do anything you want with the hot, big-titted witch next door and that’s what you pick? What fun is that for me?”

“I’ll let you ride me…” I offered, hoping that would cheer her up. 

Amy’s face brightened at this and with one more snap of her fingers, she was outfitted in a pair of Daisy Dukes, a gingham push-up bra, and a white cowboy hat. “Yeeeeha! Well let’s get to it, partner. …Although I reckon we should do this outside."

She snapped her fingers and we were instantly transported to the family farm, the one Anna had taken me and Robin to. 

I looked around, still a little shocked from traveling over 30 miles in a second. We seemed to have teleported to the field right by the lake. Why hadn’t I teleported more often with Karen or Anna? Maybe they hadn’t mastered that level of magic yet. While I was distracted looking around, Amy had magically forced me onto all fours and climbed on top of my back. “Alright, y’all ready to be a horsey?”

Before I could even say “Amy, wait–” she smacked my pert ass and I started to feel my body changing and shifting. I guess the spell reasoned that it already had my consent.

My hands starting changing into hooves first, with coarse brown hair growing over my arms. My torso swelled and grew, while my breasts receded into my now-barrel chest, with my shoulders shifting to better support the weight on my forelegs. My neck and face elongated, becoming equine. I could feel my long, blonde, female hair straighten into a chestnut mane while a brown tail burst from my tailbone. My legs lengthened and grew more powerful until I could stand on four legs. I also noticed that I was back to being male, as evidenced by the pretty sizable cock between my hind legs. Hung like a horse, indeed.

When the transformation was complete, I snorted, and flicked my tail. "Oh, wow!" Amy gasped from atop my back. "You make such a lovely horse!" She dismounted me and walked around slowly to get a better look before stroking my mane. I took this opportunity to smell and nuzzle her hair. Her heavenly fragrance momentarily distracted me from what she said next so she giggled as she brushed my fur. “I said, I do good work, don’t I?”

When I tried to respond, all that came out was a whinny. So Amy pressed her hand against my neck and I felt my throat change. “Try it now” she said.

"How's this?" I asked.

"There we go!" She grinned and hugged my neck. "Mmm, a talking horse. Didn’t know you had a Mr. Ed fantasy." I simply responded by licking her abundant cleavage with my elongated tongue. (I figured Karen couldn’t fault me for that, given my current form.)

“Mmm, I knew you’d come around.” Her fingers ran through my mane, then reached up and scratched my ears. After a moment, she grabbed my mane and had swung herself onto my back. "Thought I might have to levitate, you’re almost too tall for me to do that!" I gave an equine snort of surprise as I felt her legs squeeze my sides as she settled on my back. Her weight then shifted as a saddle magically appeared underneath her, the cinch tightening around my new barrel-like belly. I could taste metal as a bit forced its way between my teeth. I felt straps forming around my long muzzle that connected themselves to the bit. I shook my head at the strange sensation and felt reins lightly slapping against my neck.

Amy gave a delighted laugh and tugged a bit on the reins before patting my neck and saying, "Maybe if you're a good horsey, we can try this without the bit, but for now..." that’s when I felt two dull pokes at my flanks and heard Amy yell "Giddyup!"

I was so startled that I just took off into a trot, not too fast, but a good pace to start with.

Amy was amused for maybe a minute before she snapped the reins and said, “Come on Eric, put your back into it, let’s really open ‘er up!”

“Yes ma’am” I replied. I mustered every bit of strength I had and bolted, speeding up until I was in a full gallop. It was exhilarating: the feelings from my body as my improved muscles tightened and released, the wind blowing through my mane, the grip of Amy’s smooth, creamy thighs on my sides. 

I started to feel all of my cares and worries melt away as Amy spurred me on. And let’s be honest: having a hot girl like Amy gyrating on my back didn’t hurt.

Finally, after a good long while, Amy pulled back on the reins a bit. “Whoa boy…” Amy said as I slowed down. “There’s a good horsey…” she giggled and patted my neck.

“Listen Amy…” I said, panting a bit. “Could you take it easy with those reins? They’re a bit annoying,” I said, catching my breath.

Amy laughed, shrugging. “Sorry. Guess I’m just used to controlling my men. Speaking of which, remind me to show you the collar when we get home.” Then she grinned mischievously. “I gotta admit though, you do make a magnificent looking horse…” she winked, continuing to stroke my neck.

“Mmmmmm… that does feel good” I said as Amy brushed my mane.

“So, ready for another ride, fella? Or is there something else you’d like to try?”

“Actually, there is another thing I’d like to try. Could you maybe give me wings?”

“What, you mean like a Red Bull? Just kidding. A Pegasus, huh? Yeah, I think I can manage that. In fact, I haven’t gone flying in months – this’ll be fun!” 

She rubbed my fur sensually until I noticed it turning white and a pair of brilliant, white wings beginning to flare out.

“Wow. You’re even prettier as a Pegasus! I gotta take a picture of this and send it to Anna and Karen.” With that, she magically produced her iPhone and snapped a quick picture of me looking very surprised. “Look… who… finally… decided… to… play… along. Jealous… much?” she read aloud while texting.

After tucking her phone away in her bra, she furrowed her brow and tapped her chin. “Ya know, I think I might need a different getup for this.” With a wave, her outfit had transformed from the farmer’s daughter look into a glittering white toga that left one shoulder bare and showed off part of her cleavage. Her cowboy boots had changed into gladiator sandals and she had a crown of laurels and gold leaf around her forehead. “There, that’s much more appropriate, don’t you think?”

I could only stare with my mouth wide open. Amy was stunning! There was an actual glow around her! Amy giggled at my obvious reaction and just patted my nose before mounting my back once more. “Wait Amy. I don’t know how to fly.”

“Oh Eric, it’s easy. After you get a running start, just feel around for where your wings are and imagine them flapping up and down. Your body will know what to do.”

“Whatever you say, my goddess.”

“Flatterer. Just for that, you’re getting a makeover. Don’t think I didn’t notice that big erection underneath, you dirty, naughty horse. Are you really that turned on by my outfit? Just remember, you asked for this. You could’ve opted to instead be my outfit, or this outfit could be on your bedroom floor right now, or so many other possibilities, but no – you wanted to be a horse. So, as consequence for your boring imagination, and because I just love teasing you, I’m gonna give you a horsey makeover.”

And with that, she spread her hands across my fur, turning my body pink and ultimately, back to female. I could feel my sheath draw up inside my body and turn into a vagina. My fur and wings were now pink while my mane and tail were platinum blonde. I was basically a Pegasus bimbo.

“Ah, much better, wouldn’t you say, Pegasissy? Wouldn’t want you getting any naughty ideas about what you’d like to do to this goddess, now would we?”

I knew she was taunting me but I was also kinda relieved to be a female horse. Even though I was still crazy horny and turned on by Amy, the temptation had been killing me when I had male hormones and male equipment.  

“Alright, enough teasing. What do you say we get you off the ground? Whenever you’re ready, go for it.”

“Whew. Okay.” This was exciting. I narrowed my eyes, grinning. I swiftly took off sprinting, with Amy clutching my neck, her boobs pressing against my back. After maybe a hundred feet, I searched around for my wings and focused my attention into that area of my body, mentally picturing them beating up and down. Suddenly, I could actually feel the air moving between them and before I knew it, I had lifted off of the ground. This took me by surprise, so when I looked down, I momentarily lost focus, but Amy brought me back, rubbing my neck.

“You’re doing fine, Eric, or should I say Erica. Just keep that motion going and soon it’ll become second nature. Then you can try gliding.” 

By this point, we were at least 50 feet in the air. I know this might sound cliché, but it really is amazing how small things quickly become, especially when you’re the one doing the flying.

“Amy? I probably should’ve asked this before taking off, but are we in any danger of being seen by other people?”

“Ha! That’s adorable. No silly, no one’s gonna see us. I put a charm around the farm to ward off preying eyes. Even if someone happened to be in the vicinity – which is highly unlikely – and was looking right at us, all they’d see is clouds and sky.” 

Phew! Now that I knew we were safe from being discovered and since I’d gotten a little more used to the whole flying thing, I started attempting more advanced aerial maneuvers: drifting, turning, even a loop-the-loop (after giving Amy plenty of warning). Though I suspected that even if I hadn’t warned her, it wouldn’t have been an issue. Amy was up here and unlike before, didn’t even have the protection of a saddle. My gut told me this wasn’t her first sky-rodeo.

We flew around for maybe an hour, which still didn’t seem long enough, before I wondered, “Should we give Karen a call?”

“Don’t worry, I texted her that we were out at the farm, behaving ourselves. She knows. I even invited her to join us after she finished with Kristin.” 

“Oh, okay. Still, I think my muscles are getting pretty tired. Do you mind if I take us in for a landing?”

Amy giggled, kissed my neck, and said, “Not at all, darling. We can think of other ways to kill time before Karen gets here.”

I chuckled at the idea and in my best flight attendant voice, said “Ladies and witches, we are now beginning our initial descent into the farm. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your tray tables to their locked position. And thank you for flying Pegasus Air.”

Amy just rolled her eyes at my awful joke.

Once we had landed safely in the same field, Amy dismounted, changed back into her street clothes, and did her magic, transforming me back into… human Erica. I actually wasn’t disappointed at all, Erica was really starting to grow on me.

“Thank you, Amy. That was really fun. I know I sometimes give you a hard time, and you tease me mercilessly, but I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done together, or I guess I should say, you’ve done to me. You’re right, I can honestly say my life has been infinitely more interesting since meeting you and your sisters.” 

“Well, you are more than welcome. It’s been my pleasure, Eric, in more ways than one. Didn’t I tell you, sometimes you need me to make your life interesting, even if you don’t think so at the time,” she offered, while reaching out to honk both my breasts. 

She was definitely right. After all, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy, at least in some way, every bit of magic Amy had thrown at me so far. I might’ve never known Erica if it wasn’t for her.

“By the way, I know what you’re doing. You could’ve asked for anything, knowing not only that I would be forced to oblige, but that I’ve been secretly aching to do dirty, dirty things to you for weeks. Instead, you chose to ask for a simple animal transformation. I mean I admit, this has been fun and kinda sexy in its own way, but I know that you did it just so you didn’t feel like you were cheating on Karen. And I think that’s really sweet. You must care about her a lot. Not a lot of people would go through with a water nymph ceremony for Karen, much less turn down a chance to be with allllll this.” She slid her hands all the way down her body, stopping to cup her ample breasts and rub her mound.

“Anyway, I just wanted to say I really respect your integrity and loyalty to my sister. But know this: we WILL fuck at some point today and it WILL be legendary.”

The Fifth Roommate Chapter 10 (Fanstory)
There was once this incredible story called The Fifth Roommate by Joodoo, I believe. It was about a kid who moves in with four sisters who turn out to be witches. And as you would expect, hilarity and sexual misadventures ensue. I enjoyed it so much, I thought it was a travesty that there wasn't more. So here's my humble attempt at continuing the story right where we left off... with Chapter 10. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.


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