My girlfriend was a witch.

I know it sounds like bullshit, but it's the simple truth.  She was a
real witch, with magic spells and everything.  I'll tell you about it.

She didn't look like a witch, of course.  Witches (at least to my
mind) are supposed to be old hags with warts, only three teeth, and
long, knobby noses.  Tina was none of that.  She was an absolutely
stunning little girl, about five and a half feet tall, with a
beautiful face, long brown hair, and great tits.  But she could do
magic!  I'll start at the beginning.

It all started because we had a fight.  Typically, I was spouting off
about something, like how it was her job to do the dishes or something
like that, and she just lost it.  She started bitching at me about how
hard it was to do all the things that I said she should do, of that I
said a woman should do, and I didn't want to hear it.  I cut her off
and told her she had nothing to complain about, and to just shut up.

Tina got really quiet.  I didn't hear what she said; she just mumbled
it under her breath.  "Getting even" was the only bit I could catch.
We both stopped arguing about it, however, and went back to watching
TV.

Later on, we went to bed.  Sex, at least, was never a problem for us.
As soon as we hit the sheets, we were all over each other.  Tina
reached down to my cock and stroked it to get me hard, as I was
kissing her face and tits.  I entered her and fucked her for all I was
worth, grabbing her hips for leverage and really pushing myself deep
into her.  Tina was moaning and crying out for more, scratching her
nails across my back and arching her own back to push her breasts up
against my chest.  Her orgasm hit only shortly before mine, and she
moaned even louder as I shot my cum up into her pussy.

"Well," she said as she caught her breath, "that was certainly a good
way to go out."

"What are you talking about?" I muttered sleepily, and then I was
suddenly completely awake.  I could feel a strange sensation in my
crotch.  I pushed myself back against the headboard so that I could
look down at myself.  Nothing looked out of order, but the feeling was
intensifying.  It felt like an orgasm, but different.  For one thing,
it had already gone on longer than a normal orgasm, and was only
gaining strength.

My dick stiffened as the feeling got even stronger.  I looked over to
Tina, and saw her sitting on the side of the bed with a half smile on
her lips.

"What's happening to me?" I demanded, though I don't know why.  I had
no idea she would know the answer.

"You'll find out," she replied cryptically.

I returned my attention to my body, to find that something was indeed
happening.  As I watched, my dick, standing out at full erection from
my crotch, began to shrink.  At the same time, my body seemed to bulge
out in places and pull in at others.  As I watched, my hips got larger
and rounder, my arms seemed to shrink, and my chest grew two lumps
under my nipples.  I was growing breasts!

The feeling of all these changes was even more amazing than seeing
them.  Suddenly, I could feel my ass spreading wider against the
sheets.  I could feel the weight of tits hanging from my chest.  But
most of all, I could feel my dick shrinking, and soon disappearing
into my pubic hair.  It didn't stop there, however.  I could feel an
indentation form in my crotch, pulling itself back up into me.  It
felt like a hardon, but like it was growing up into me instead of
outside of me.  I couldn't believe it.

When it was done, the orgasm-like feeling started to subside, and I
looked down at myself.  I was a woman.  My legs were now hairless and
shapely, my tits were nicely rounded and about the size of Tina's, my
hips were wide and soft, and between my legs, surrounded by hair that
was no longer brown but light blonde, was a pussy.

I turned to Tina, my mouth hanging open in shock, to see her there
with the smirk still on her face.

"Wha...Wha...," I began

"What happened?" she asked, smugly.  "You turned into a girl, stupid.
That's pretty obvious."  Needless to say, I was thunderstruck, not
only at the situation but also at her nonchalance in reaction to it.

"If you're wondering how," she continued, "the answer is that I did it
to you.  After all your ranting and raving and male chauvinism, I
wanted to get you back.  So, here it is.  Here's my revenge.  And
you'd better do what I say if you ever want to be yourself again."

"How..." I began.

"I'm a witch, if you must know," she answered.  "Now back to you doing
what I say.  I know that body humiliates you, so I want you to play
with it.  Touch yourself.  I'll sit over here and watch."

She was right, I was humiliated.  If all she wanted was for me to play
with myself, though, I could do that.  I reached down to my crotch,
surprised even now to feel a pussy there.  To feel MY pussy there.  My
hands knew what to do; they were experienced in bringing pleasure to
pussies.  But to actually feel those pleasures was different.  It felt
nothing like my dick, but at the same time it felt equally as good.
It WAS humiliating, but at least it was somewhat hidden from view.
The blonde pussy hair that covered my cunt was blocking my view, so at
least I couldn't see the fingers moving in and out of my pussy.

I looked across the room to the chair where Tina had relocated herself
to.  She was staring at my hand, working in my crotch, with her mouth
open in excitement.  Her right hand was busily fingering her own
pussy, while her left was lifting and caressing her breasts.  She saw
me looking at her and smiled.

"I don't think you're humiliated enough," she said.  Her eyes got a
glassy look in them for a second, and then she smiled again.  "You
don't want to see your fingers working your pussy, eh?  Glad for your
pussy hair, aren't you?  Well, we'll see about that."

I returned my gaze to my crotch, to find my fingers working in and out
of a completely bald pussy.  After all that had already happened, I
wasn't that surprised to find that Tina could read my mind.  Looking
at my fingers in my pussy, I could see every minute movement, and feel
the sensations each one brought forth in me.  There was no way I could
pretend that this was not my cunt now.  I could see the juice leaking
out of my hole to cover my whole mound.  I didn't see how it could get
any worse.

"You're ignoring your tits," Tina pointed out.  "Don't you want to
feel your hands cupping them?  It feels so good!"

Actually, all I wanted to do to the two mounds on my chest WAS to
ignore them.  I was forced to admit, however, that I had to do
whatever Tina said.  I was backed into a corner.  I reached up with my
free hand and gingerly began to stroke my tits.

As much as I hate to admit it, they were nice breasts.  They looked a
lot like Tina's, and I had always admired Tina's body.  As my hand
worked my pussy, I gently cupped my breasts.  It did feel kind of
good.

"Not like that!"  Tina said.  "Pull on those things!  Twist those
nipples.  Like this."  And with that, she began to demonstrate on
herself.  She pulled on her tits harder than I had seen her do before,
and was soon moaning in ecstasy.

I redoubled my efforts on my tits.  I pinched and pulled my nipples,
twisting them and working them harder.  I grabbed my breasts and
pulled them up towards my head as far as they would go.  As time went
by, I stopped doing it because Tina said so and started doing it
because it felt good.  Eventually, I came.

"Not bad," she said.  She got up from where she was sitting and moved
across the room to slip into bed with me.  "Now get me off," she
ordered.

I put my arms around her and pressed close to her.  She felt bigger
than I remembered, and I suddenly realized that I was smaller.  There
was nothing I could do, however, so I brought my attention back to the
task at hand.

At first, I rubbed up against her.  My first impulse was to fuck her,
but with no dick that was impossible.  Rubbing our bodies together
still felt good, however.  I could feel her tits crushed up against
mine as I reached around behind her to grab and knead at her ass.

"Lick my pussy," she breathed, and pushed my head down to her crotch.
I spread her legs, lying on my breasts between them, and started to
lick.  This, at least, was something I knew how to do.  I paid
attention to all the techniques I knew she loved, and soon had her
orgasming nice and hard.

"Come back up here," she said, and I hastily complied.  She wrapped
her arms around me and snuggled down to fall asleep, cupping my new
breasts.  Having no other option, I relaxed and tried to sleep as
well.

I woke up the next morning, realizing I was alone in the bed.  I
rolled over, remembering the events of the preceding night.  I
couldn't believe it.  It must have been a dream.  However, when I
pulled the covers away to reveal my now-feminine body, I realized that
it really happened.

I got up and headed for the bathroom, piecing together what had
happened last night.  Tina was a witch?  She had said so, and the way
my tits were jiggling and my hips swaying as I walked were all the
proof I needed.  Apart from that, she could read my mind.  This was
strange.

Why had she done this to me?  I had no idea.  She was obviously mad at
me, but I didn't know why.

I reached the bathroom, and went inside.  I didn't need to use it, but
I wanted to examine myself in the full-length mirror.  I amazed
myself.  Ii looked to be about Tina's height; in fact, my body looked
almost exactly like Tina's, except that my pussy was completely
hairless, while she kept hers mostly shaved, but with a small tuft of
hair at the top of her slit.  I had always admired Tina's figure.  Now
it looked as though I was going to have to get used to having it.

My face, of course, was different.  I looked like myself, somewhat,
but more feminine.  If I had a sister, she might look like that.
Except for the hair, it was too light.  No one in my family had blonde
hair, and this was extremely blonde.  It was long and straight,
hanging down to my breasts.

My breasts!  It still amazed me that I had breasts.  That embarrassed
me, if possible, even more than the loss of my cock.  Breasts were the
detail of the female form that seemed to define it as female, at least
in my opinion, and now I had a nice-sized pair hanging off of my own
chest.

My mind, at least, was still male.  As I looked at myself in the
mirror, what my mind saw was a beautiful girl.  I found myself paying
more than the necessary attention to my tits.  Look how rounded they
are!  My gaze dropped down to my pussy.  Look how the lack of hair
makes it so smooth and sexy.  I found myself getting horny.  I could
feel my pussy wetting itself, and as I looked in the mirror I could
see (and feel) my nipples hardening.

Just as I was trying to decide whether or not I could stomach touching
my own cunt to get me off, I heard the front door open.  I rushed from
the bathroom, still naked, to find Tina removing her coat and setting
a paper bag aside.

"Hello," she said brightly.  "It's nice to see my little girlfriend up
and about.  Very nice," she added, her gaze dropping from my face to
my body.  I ducked back around the corner, leaving only my head out,
to hide my nakedness.

"OK, you've had your fun," I started, trying to convey an air of
authority in a voice that was much higher than mine should have been.
"I don't know what you're mad about, but you've had your revenge.
Turn me back."

"I haven't even started yet," she retorted.  "You and your macho
bullshit have pissed me off for the last time.  You think I'm through
with this?  You have no idea what humiliation is, yet.  But you will,"
she grinned.  "First, though, don't you think you should call in to
work?  You certainly can't go like that, and you don't want to lose
your job."

That thought hit me with a shock.  It was Friday!  I couldn't go to
work, but neither could I call in.  My voice, as I had established,
was now distinctly female.

Tina let me be afraid for a minute, and then said, "Don't worry.  I
already told them you were sick.  I don't want you to lose your job.
I did leave it kind of vague as to how long you'd be out for, though,"
she added with a sadistic grin.

Paper bag in hand, Tina advanced on me.  "I bought you a little
present while I was out," she grinned.  "I hope you like it.  I don't
think you will, though."

With that, she plunged her hand into the bag, and drew out a long
dildo.  It was made of pink plastic, and molded to resemble an actual
cock, complete with veiny shaft and balls.

"No way," I said.  "I'm not putting that thing in me.  Not a chance."

"Oh, but you are," she replied.  "That is, unless you want to stay my
girlfriend in stead of my boyfriend."

She had me there.  She held out the rubber dick to me, and I took it
from her.  I turned around to head for the bedroom.

"Not there," she said.  "Here.  The living room floor."

I shrugged, and returned to the living room.  I sat down on the floor,
cross-legged, feeling my pussy-lips part and the cold air against my
wet cunt.  I looked up at her, sitting on the couch.  She was staring
back at me, obviously excited.  I realized I had no other option, so I
spread my legs and plunged the dildo into myself.

I could feel it stretching me, rubbing against my inner walls.  It
filled me, and it actually felt good.  This was what my body wanted,
even if my mind didn't.  I pumped it in and out of me, starting to
speed up.  This was humiliating, but it could still be worse.

"Have you forgotten about your tits again?" Tina asked.  I looked up
to find that she had undone her jeans and pulled her shirt up,
exposing her tits and pussy.  She was pumping another dildo, which
looked the twin of the one I had, in and out of her cunt.

Grudgingly, I reached up to feel my tits.  I didn't want to, but I
knew I had no choice.  What made it even worse was the fact that it
actually did feel good.  In fact, it felt wonderful.  Soon, I was
cumming again.

I started to rise, glad to be finished, when Tina stopped me.

"I don't think you're done yet," she said, tossing the other dildo to
me.

"What am I going to do with two of these?" I asked, fearing that I
knew the answer.

"I think you can figure it out," she said.  "You've got more than one
hole, after all."

I put the first dildo back into my cunt.  Watching her for a reaction,
I raised the other to my lips.  I was hoping that was the hole she was
talking about.  When she didn't stop me, I took the dildo into my
mouth.  This was bad, but not as bad as it could have been.  I licked
up and down the shaft, tasting Tina's juices, and shoving it down my
throat.  I hated it, but as I did it I was glad that I had at least
avoided the alternative.

"Good idea, but I think you know that's not what I meant," Tina said.
"I want to hear you ask for it now.  What do you want."

"I want it."

"But WHAT do you want?"

"I want to be fucked."  I cringed, but I had to play along if I ever
wanted to be myself again.

"WHERE do you want to be fucked?"

"In my ass," I responded.  This had to be the final humiliation.

"Then fuck your ass," Tina commanded.

Rolling over onto my side, I spread my legs, with one on the ground
and one sticking straight up into the air.  I could feel my tits
hanging off of my chest and to the side as I shifted my weight.  With
my right hand, I continued to push the dildo in and out of my pussy.
With the left, I reached behind me.

As I spread my ass cheeks, it occurred to me that I had a lot more ass
than I remembered.  I twisted my head around to look.  I couldn't see
much, but from what I could see, it looked like a round, firm,
amazingly sexy ass, almost exactly like Tina's.  I pushed the dildo up
inside of it.

It hurt, at first.  I had expected it to.  It didn't hurt as much as I
would have thought, though.  The dildo was well-lubricated with Tina's
cum and my saliva, so it slipped into my ass without too much trouble.
I lay there on the floor, dildoing myself in the pussy and ass, and
slowly beginning to enjoy it.  I couldn't help but enjoy it.  It felt
good.  It wasn't that I liked this, but this body was quickly
approaching an orgasm, and I couldn't ignore the fact that what I was
doing to myself felt good.

"Just think, you could have been dildoing your asshole when you were
still a man," Tina whispered in my ear.  I jumped.  My eyes had forced
themselves closed in ecstasy, and I hadn't heard her approaching over
my own whimpers and moans.  "Maybe I should have made you.  You would
never have gotten so full of yourself, then."

Just then, my orgasm hit. I was moaning louder, and rolling around on
the floor with my tits jiggling around like there was no tomorrow, and
I couldn't reply.  As my orgasm washed through me, I stopped resisting
the twin dildos pumping in and out of my holes, and started to try to
get them in deeper.  My body needed more.  When I finished, I stayed
there spread-eagled on the floor for a minute, catching my breath.

When I could breathe again, I said, "You never could have forced me
while I was a man.  I was bigger than you.  I'd have stopped you."
All my anger, which I'd been burying so I could play her game and
regain my rightful self, was bubbling to the surface.

"You think so?" she asked, smirking.  "I can make you do whatever I
want.  In fact, I can make you want it!"

With an effort, I controlled myself and didn't respond.  I didn't want
to be stuck this way.  I looked down at myself, and resolved to keep
quiet.

Tina, sensing my lack of resistance, carried on.  "Well, now that
you're adjusted to being a girl, it's time for us to have some real
fun.  We're going out!" she said.

I was flabbergasted.  "How can I go out like this?" I demanded.

"I do, every day," she responded.

I was taken aback for a moment.  She was right.  I was so worried
about going out of the house looking like a woman that I hadn't
realized that that was all anyone would see: a woman.  I still didn't
want to go out in public, though.  That would be too embarrassing.
Suddenly, I hit upon an idea.

"What could I wear?  I don't have any women's clothes," I said,
triumphantly.

"Of course you do," Tina beamed.  "I made sure you were just my size.
You can wear my clothes!"

And, of course, I had to play along.  Tina dressed me in her own
clothes, thankfully picking out jeans and T-shirts for both of us.  I
think she sensed I would have refused a dress, no matter what.  The
underwear was bad enough.  I nearly refused.  Tina forced me into a
little black spandex thong that ran right up between my ass cheeks and
pressed against the entrance to my back door, and a black bra that
matched.  I discovered that my breasts were C-cup.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the bar," she replied.  "We've got to get you a man!"

Again, my mind raced to avoid another humiliation.  "We can't go.
It's too early."

Tina didn't respond for a moment, she just closed her eyes.  While she
stood there, the hands of the clock started to move faster.  In
seconds, it went from noon to nine PM.  I looked out the window to
find it dark; it wasn't just the clock that had changed.

"Being a witch has many uses," Tina grinned.  "Come on, you don't want
to be late."

        We got to the bar and I was scared stiff.  Just getting out of
the car was almost more than I could handle.  Walking around looking
like a girl was horrible; I didn't know how I could go through with
this.  There was no way I could forget, either.  With each step I
took, I could feel my hips swaying back and forth and my tits shifting
on my chest.

        Tina, of course, took me by the arm and nearly dragged me
inside.  She headed straight for the bar and snagged us two seats.  I
sat there hunched over, nursing my drink.  Of course, a pretty blonde
sitting at the bar attracted a lot of attention, but each time a guy
came up and asked me to dance, I refused.  I couldn't even look them
in the eye.

        Inside, I was seething.  How could Tina do this to me?  There
was no way I could go through with this.  I didn't care if I'd be
stuck this way forever; there was no way she was going to get me into
bed with a man.

        By the time a half-hour had gone by, I had been hit on by at
least ten men.  I had turned them all away.  The only thing I could
see that I could possibly be glad about was that at least my breasts
weren't any bigger.  Bigger tits would mean even more attention, which
I was trying to avoid.

        After we had been there a while longer, and I had been forced
to repeat variations of "Thanks, but no thanks," more times than I
could count, Tina got up and snagged me by the elbow, pulling me
towards the ladies room.  Once we were inside, she whirled to me with
a pissed-off look on her face.

        "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.  "I said you
were going to get fucked, and you had BETTER get fucked!"

        "Not a chance," I replied, happy to be finally standing up to
her.  "I can't do it.  You can leave me like this forever, but you
can't make me do it."

        "Wanna bet?" she retorted, the smirk returning to her face.  I
had a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach.  Maybe she could.

        "First of all, you forgot I could tell what you're thinking,"
she started.  "You were right.  Bigger tits would get you more
attention.  We'll have to do something about that."

        As she finished speaking, I looked down at my chest.  I could
feel and see my tits blowing up like balloons.  They took their time
about it; I'm not sure if that was necessary or if it was just Tina's
way of torturing me by drawing out the experience, but it took about a
minute for my tits to stop growing.

        I unhooked by bra as soon as I saw what was happening.  I
didn't trust Tina to stop the growth before my straps cut painfully
into me.  I also pulled up my shirt so that I could see what was
happening.  Within a minute, my breasts nearly doubled in size.  I
could feel them growing, as the weight hanging off of my chest
increased.  I could see them inflating, staying round but sticking out
farther and farther away from my chest.  Amazingly, it felt good.
That had to be part of Tina's torture.  When they finally stopped,
they were nothing short of monstrous.  I had never seen tits this size
before.

        "What a set," Tina said, marveling at the round, gigantic
breasts swaying on my chest.  "I wondered what a DD-cup would look
like on your frame.  You're pretty small.  It's too much of a good
thing, I would say, but it'll sure get you some attention out there."

        "You can't expect me to go back out there!" I said, while
pulling my shirt down over my gigantic chest.  It barely fit now.  My
breasts pushed out against my shirt, straining the fabric.  It
wouldn't reach down far enough for me to tuck back in, so I was
displaying two or three inches of bare midriff under it.  Worse yet,
my nipples were clearly visible through the thin white T-shirt.  They
were bunched up and hard.  "Look at these things!  I can't even wear a
bra!  They'll jiggle all over the place!"

        "You'll have to go out there if you intend to get home.  I
don't think you'll want to go home, though.  Those tits aren't the
only thing I did to you."

        "Of course I want to go home!  Do you think I'd want to stay
here."

        "No, that's not quite what I thought," she responded,
cryptically.  "OK, I'll make you a deal.  If you can walk out that
door and make it all the way to the car without smiling at any guys,
we'll go home and I'll turn you back to yourself.  OK?"

        "That's a deal," I said.  I was looking for the catch.  I
hadn't smiled at a guy all night, why was she expecting me to now?

        Tina held the door for me, and I walked past her back out into
the bar.

        I couldn't take my eyes off the men.

        Everywhere I looked, I saw guys, and they certainly saw me.  I
found myself staring uncontrollably at their crotches.  I could feel
my pussy getting wet, and my mouth began to water.  I suddenly
realized that I wanted them.  I needed to be fucked.

        Tina came up behind me and put her lips to my ear.  "Don't
smile," she whispered.

        Immediately, one of the guys came over to me.  Unconsciously,
I threw my shoulders back and thrust out my tits.  He walked up to me
and started to make some conversation.  I didn't even hear what he was
saying, I was so busy glancing down at the crotch of his jeans.  I
could see, clearly outlined in his pants, his hard cock.  It was a big
one.

        I looked up at him, wet my lips...

        And smiled.

        It didn't take long after that for him to convince me to go to
his place.  He didn't even put up much of a fight when Tina weaseled
her way into coming along.  Tina drove to his apartment, and the whole
way there he was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, while
feeling up my tits in the back seat.  I'm sure he was wondering what
was going on.

        When we arrived at his place, we sat on the couch for a while,
staring absently at the TV.  He obviously wanted to get me alone, but
he was unsure of what was up with Tina.  She let the uncomfortable
silence hang in the air for a while.  It was torture.  I needed to
cum, I wanted to be fucked, and she was just drawing it out.  Finally,
she broke the silence.

        "So," she started, addressing the guy (whose name I hadn't
caught,) "do you wanna fuck or what?"

        "You mean..." he asked, incredulously, "both of you?"

        "No, just her," Tina replied.  "She's my girlfriend.  But I
like to watch."  Meaning, of course, that she wanted to be witness to
my humiliation, but I didn't care.  I needed to be fucked too much.

        The guy looked puzzled, but finally agreed.  He led us to his
bedroom, and sat me down on the bed.  Tina, in her by now accepted
fashion, sat down on a chair across the room.

        The guy started to undress me, but he wasn't fast enough.  I
tore my clothes off, and his as well.  I couldn't stop myself.

He kept glancing nervously over to Tina.  I couldn't blame him; I
wasn't really used to an audience, either.  When she saw me taking the
initiative, a smile crept across her face.  Her clothes had been
thrown to the floor as quickly as ours, and as she was sitting there
naked, I could see her hand speed up at her pussy.

The guy was still acting like he wasn't sure of what he was doing.  I
was getting pissed at him.  Once I got him naked and saw his dick, my
hunger for it had doubled.  I couldn't take my eyes off of it.  He,
however, appeared to be having second thoughts.

"Hungry for it?" I could hear Tina say from across the room.  "Do you
need it?"

I did.  I leaned over, taking his cock in my hand, and began to pump
it.  Slowly, I rubbed my hand up and down the shaft, touching the
whole length from the tip to where it disappeared into his pubic hair.

"If you're hungry for it, you should eat it," Tina suggested.  I could
hear the quiver in her voice that mean she was really getting into
playing with herself.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't resist.  I leaned over and wrapped my
lips around his dick.  I sucked it down into my throat, trying to get
it all in.

By this time, the guy seemed less worried about Tina watching him.  He
started to work his hips, working his cock in and out of my mouth as I
bobbed my head in his lap.  My saliva, mixed with his pre-cum, was
making his dick warm and slippery.

In almost no time, he started to grunt and buck his hips faster.  I
redoubled my efforts on his dick, and soon he froze, and let out one
more strained grunt.  I could feel cum shooting down my throat.  I
swallowed every drop.

I was by no means done yet, so I continued to suck him, trying to get
him hard again.  I was kneeling on the bed, hunched over with my tits
hanging down to touch the sheets as my head bobbed over his crotch.
My free hand crept down to my soaking pussy and started to finger my
clit.

When he was hard again, he pushed me over onto my back.  I spread my
legs, eager to have my cunt filled with cock.  As he entered me, I was
in ecstasy.  His live cock was so much warmer and more arousing than
the fake plastic dick that, up until then, had been the only thing I
knew.  He thrust in and out of me, trying to kiss me, but I pushed his
mouth away.  I wanted to stare down, between my gigantic tits, to
watch him fuck me.  With my completely hairless pussy, if I rolled my
hips all the way forward I could actually see his dick plunging in and
out of me.  It was amazingly sexy.

It didn't take me long, as horny as I was, before I reached an
amazing, screaming orgasm.  As soon as I was done, I was lifted up
bodily and flipped over onto my stomach.  Crouching on my hands and
knees with my huge tits hanging down past my elbows, I could feel him
entering my pussy from behind.  He soon started to thrust into my
pussy, each thrust causing my breasts to sway back and forth.  This, I
knew was being fucked.  He entered me even deeper than the last time,
and I cried out for more.  He fucked me harder, causing my tits to
jump around wildly, and gradually driving me down from my knees until
I was lying on my stomach with my tits crushed underneath me.  He
continued to fuck me until I came again.  It was even better than the
last.

Tina came from her attentions to her own pussy at the same time.  I
could hear her from across the room, moaning and whimpering as she
orgasmed.  When she finally finished, she called out to us.

"Why don't you fuck her in the ass?"

>From where I was, face down in the covers, I couldn't see what was
>happening, but I could feel a hand reaching down to redirect the dick
>from my pussy.  He pushed it up to my asshole and slowly pushed it
>in.  I was already stretched by the dildo-play of the night before,
>so I didn't put up any resistance.  In fact, I pushed my ass
>backwards onto his cock.

Once he had my back door filled, he began to pump his shaft in and
out.  I could feel him stretching my asshole, and again was amazed
that it felt so good.  He pushed himself into me again and again, more
forcefully with each thrust.  The sheets under my pussy had bunched
up, and a fold was rubbing against my clit, getting me off.  After ten
minutes or so of hard assfucking, I came.  He came soon after,
shooting his load up into my rear opening.

He got off of me, and I rolled over onto my back, feeling my tits
shift on my chest.  I lay there panting for a while, trying to catch
my breath.

"How do you like her tits?" Tina asked.

"Nice," the guy replied.  "Nice and big."

"Would you like them better if they were bigger?"

"Yeah," he replied with a lopsided smile.  "Why not?"

I could see where this was going.  "NO!" I screamed, but it was too
late.  As I looked down between my tits at Tina, still masturbating
furiously, I could see a malicious grin creep across her face, and my
tits began to grow.  I heard a startled gasp from the other side of
the bed, but my attention was riveted on my chest.

They grew, if possible, even more slowly than before.  I could see
them creeping slowly across my chest.  I could feel their weight
increasing, but it was agonizingly slow.  As I watched, they continued
to grow, and the pleasant, warm, sexy feeling that had accompanied the
growth last time was even more apparent now.  They didn't stop until
they were the size of twin basketballs, and topped by tiny nipples, so
hard they ached.

I looked at the guy to see his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.
His mouth was wide open, and he was staring in disbelief.  Feeling my
tits grow had made me even hornier, though, so I just pushed him down
onto his back and mounted his cock.  I slid down it slowly, feeling it
fill my pussy as I impaled myself on the shaft.  When it filled me
completely, and my crotch was resting firmly on his, I began to roll
my hips and bounce up and down.

The bouncing motion was even more pronounced on my tits.  They leapt
up and down on my chest, nearly hitting me in the face as I strained
to relieve my horniness on this guy's cock.  I shuddered in the throes
of an orgasm, but didn't stop pumping myself full of his meat.

I heard movement from across the room, and I saw Tina getting up.  Her
hand fell away from her crotch, and as she crossed the room, she
seemed to get bigger.  Her shape changed, becoming lean and angular,
her hair got shorter, and she lost all her padded curves.  As I
watched, her tits flattened to nothing on her chest, and a cock
sprouted from between her legs, standing straight up in an erection.
A huge erection.

All I knew was that I needed more cock.  I bent farther over, still
fucking myself on the guy's dick, as the now-male Tina got onto the
bed.  I rested my tits on the guy's chest and reached back with both
hand to spread my ass cheeks, offering my little ass-bud up to be
fucked.

Tina wasted no time.  She entered me up to the hilt at first thrust.
Her dick was much bigger than anything I had yet had in my ass, and I
nearly thought she would split me open.  It hurt terribly, but at the
same time it felt too good to stop.  I had two real dicks trusting
into me from front and back, filling both my holes.  It felt so good.

It didn't take long for me to cum, and I did again and again.  I was
sandwiched between these two guys, totally powerless, and getting
fucked so hard I didn't know my own name.  I don't know how long it
went on, but eventually both dicks came, spurting their loads up into
my pussy and ass, and Tina got off of me.  I looked at the guy under
me and saw that he had passed out.

"Come on," Tina said, in a low voice.  "We're leaving."

As I got up, I leaned over to suck the guy's limpening dick again.  I
wanted to get all the cum from him I could.  I tasted the mix of cum
and pussy juice on his cock, and licked up every drop.

Tina must have done something to out clothes, because they still fit,
although my shirt was, unbelievably, even tighter across my tits.  We
got out to the car, and she pulled out of the parking lot to drive us
home.

"How did you like the compulsion I put on you?" Tina asked.

"What?"

"Here, I'll remove it so you can see the difference."

Suddenly, what I had done dawned on me.  I had fucked two guys (even
if one of them was really Tina.)  I was disgusted.  I nearly was sick.
I actually leaned my head out of the window and thought I was going to
throw up.

Eventually, though, I sat back down on the seat.  I could feel cum
leaking out of my pussy and ass, soaking my panties.

"Will you at least change me back now?  Haven't you had enough?" I
asked.

"Actually, I'm kind of enjoying this.  It's fun to control you.  And
that was my first fuck as a man.  You've got a lovely, tight little
asshole there."

I was nearly sick again.

"I think I might keep you this way for a while.  I might like to fuck
you again," she continued.

"I won't!" I said, but I didn't really believe it.

"Oh, yes you will," Tina replied.  "You'll want to."

And that's how it happened.  Tina (or Tim, now) is still a guy, and
fucks me two or three times a day.  She only bothers to compel me to
enjoy it while we're actually in the act, so I spend the rest of the
time hating myself.  I can't even go out in public, and I'm certainly
not good for anything but fucking anymore, with a five and a half foot
frame and tits that are now watermelon-sized.  I just lie around and
wait for the next fuck.

Now you know why, at the beginning, I said my girlfriend WAS a witch.

She's still a witch, but she's now my boyfriend.