Author's note: This story involves themes of incest, mind-control, the abuse of magic, and transgender. If these don't appeal to you then don't read it. Otherwise please enjoy.
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I was still young when I lost my virginity. She was older than me, a high school girl in fact, but she was so impressed by how large my dick was that she gave me a shot. I imagine I wasn't fantastic with it being my first time and all, but she certainly was. After that experience I wanted sex all the time. Hell, by all rights I was a male slut. By the time I'd graduated high school there was hardly a girl I'd known who I hadn't been with. No pussy was off-limits, save for one.
As depraved as it might sound I'd started having fantasies about that most taboo of encounters, sex with my own mom. It wasn't like she was some impossibly endowed MILF like you read about in online stories. Mom was... mom. A bit short, a bit chunky, and more pretty than beautiful. Mom had fairly small tits compared to her build, and you'd honestly think she was flat thanks to the baggy clothes she fancied. Why I thought about her at all was beyond me. Honestly I just couldn't help myself. I guess it was just the appeal of it all; being with that one person a boy should never be with. I wanted to fuck her. I needed to fuck her.
Now of course it wasn't as if mom had the same fantasies in return. She was typical of a parent. She'd comment on how much of a man I'd become, but I'd never caught her checking me out. Even when I wore tight pants to show off my bulge she wouldn't take notice. To her I was just her son. It drove me wild. The less she wanted me the more I wanted her. Just being in the same room as her was causing me to cum. I knew there had to be a way to get mom to become the sort of woman I could truly fantasize about, but I just didn't know how. That is until I bothered to check the ultimate source of all information, Google.
My question was simple. "How can I turn my mom into a MILF". I guess I didn't expect any serious responses, and indeed most of what came up was just photos of horny housewives. But one link stuck out. It was an obscure post by a guy who claimed to have discovered a magical spell to transform a woman into a horny, willing sex slave. He'd posted all these photos that he claimed were of his own daughter. The first was of an average looking, college age girl. Slowly the girl changed from photo to photo. Larger breasts, a thinner waist, different coloring of her hair and eyes, and even skimpier clothes. It all looked like a big Photo Shop project honestly. But at the very least I was enticed.
I got hold of the guy and told him my story. He was more than intrigued. As a fellow man with sexual fantasies about family members he seemed to understand my pain. According to him his daughter's transformation had been successful. She now slept with him every night, and was even due to give him a child... grandchild... whatever. Of course I had no way of confirming that, but listening to him was at least arousing. He agreed to share the spell with me. He said that I could use it once each day to change one aspect of my target. Using it any more than that would be too dangerous. It all seemed too fantastic to be true, but who was I to deny giving it a shot. If it didn't work then I'd just be an idiot for ever listening to him. But if the spell did indeed work... Well you can imagine how badly I was hoping that'd be the case.
The spell was simple enough. Just a few words spoken along with some crude drawings that had to be done on the floor for some reason. I decided the first thing that needed to change was mom's tits. They were too small on her body. I wanted her to be far more endowed. So I mumbled the chant and called out for what I wanted. I asked that mom's breasts balloon up at least five-fold.
I went out to the kitchen where mom was boiling water for tea. She looked as normal as ever. Wearing a loose-fitting blouse, she was about as unappealing as a woman could be. I'd never felt so disappointed. But then something odd happened. Mom sighed real loud and stumbled back. All of the sudden I noticed her blouse getting tighter on her. I could hardly believe it, her tits were actually swelling! Mom just stood there, seemingly in a daze, as her breasts swelled up to the size of honey-mellons. Then she just opened her eyes and went back to her tea. She didn't seem at all aware of the change.
This was all too fantastic. I ran to my room and jerked off. I just couldn't fathom how magic could actually be real. As soon as I'd cum I called the guy to thank him for the spell. He laughed a bit and only asked that I only ever share the spell with one person like he had. Too much of a good thing and all that.
As soon as it hit midnight I was eager to begin my next spell. Mom would need to be more petite if her new breasts were to look truly wonderful. How thin I should make her was a tough question. Should I make her like a cartoon? An impossibly thin waist with such plump, impossible tits? The thought of it really made my dick twitch. Yes, that was exactly what I'd do. I'd turn the woman into a thing of fantasy. So I cast the spell and called for her to shrink down to a twenty-inch waist. Now it was just a matter of waiting for morning to see the results.
I'd barely managed to sleep. I kept waking up to jerk off. My dick had never quite been so hard. When morning finally came I was disturbed by the sound of mom yelling loudly from her room. Quickly I chased down the hallway and threw open her door, thinking maybe something had gone wrong. There mom was, butt-naked, and struggling to sit any of her clothes to her body.
"Sorry," I yelled out, as I slammed the door behind me, "I heard you yell."
