First and foremost:
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Characters:
Sydney (based on Sydney Sweeney)
Qimmah (based on Instagram model Qimmah Russo)
All characters are 18+ and are works of fiction. This story contains elements of futanari. If that bothers you, please do not read.
The crisp Boston air wisped through Sydney's long, blonde hair as she stood on the train station platform. Her black hard-shell suitcase lay at her feet. She wore typical muggle dress, and opted for a simple Seattle Seahawks hoodie, black leggings, and high boots. Other passengers jockeyed for position on the increasingly busy platform.
She noted with no small amusement the amount of baggage that littered the platform. It would always be a pity, she thought, that they were constrained by space and physics; a witch knew no such limitations. Her bag possessed multiple wardrobes of clothes. Muggles would call it magic. She would agree.
Her train arrived promptly. After some time of the elderly and parents with children boarding, she took her turn. The train wasn't going anywhere, and trying to push past the rabble would only test her patience. The porter smiled as she boarded, an adorable old man.
"Would you like any help with your bags, miss?" the porter asked.
"Oh, no thank you. I do appreciate it, though," Sydney replied with a smile.
She made her way down the sprawling multitude of passenger cars. Her parents splurged for a private cabin, of which she was very grateful for, as the trip from Boston to Chicago would take close to twenty-four hours.
"11...C," Sydney muttered to herself as she looked at the placards on the wall indicating the cabin numbers. One more car down, she found her assigned cabin on the left side of the aisle. She shouldered past a couple that seemed to be bickering over a left belonging. She jiggled the handle; it was unlocked.
The room was small but comfortable. Two sizeable benches with clean, grey fabric sat on both sides of the cabin. Ambient lighting was provided by a small ceiling-mounted light fixture, and a window overlooked the city. Noticing an overhead storage compartment, Sydney stowed her small suitcase, locked the cabin door, and sat down.
"Ahhh...that's much better," Sydney said as she kicked off her boots into the middle of the cabin. She did a quick inventory check of her purse, noting that her wallet, phone, and wand, Solstice, were all still inside. She gave a small sigh of relief after confirming their presence, and settled into her seat. The train began to move, and the city passed on by. Sleep came quickly.
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There was a soft knock on the door, stirring Sydney from her deep sleep. She quickly checked her watch, noting that only an hour had passed since their departure. Looking through the door's peephole, she saw Qimmah. She giggled with excitement and surprise as she quickly unlocked and opened the door.
"Qim! Oh my god! I thought you were already at the Symposium!" Sydney exclaimed excitedly.
"No, no. I mean, I've only been in Boston for a couple weeks; not much of a Summer break, if you ask me," replied Qim, leaning against the door frame. "I thought about portaling back to school, but it's my Senior year, and this is kind of a tradition for us, ya know?
Sydney gave a big toothy smile. "Yeah, a dumb one. My parents insist it's safer to portal from Chicago to Seattle, though."
Qim gave a wry smile of her own. "So they say."
Realizing her inhospitality, Sydney ushered her friend inside the cabin. "Oh my god! Come in!" She closed the door behind them. "Where were you sitting?"
"Can you believe it? My parents only paid for second-class seats, and it's my Senior year at University! Looks like your parents splurged, though," Qim said with a wink. She set her bag on the floor unceremoniously. "Must be nice!"
"Oh, yeah, well...there's plenty of room in here. Here, put your bag up there with mine," Syd said sheepishly.
Qimmah pulled her wand from her robe, and with a small flourish, her bag levitated into the storage compartment. The door closed with a thud. She threw her purse to the cabin bench and sat down opposite to Sydney. She outstretched her arms along the bench. "Yeah this is...much better!"
Sydney laughed and playfully covered her face. "Qim! Someone might see you!"
"Oh, hush, bitch. The curtains are closed. You goody little two-shoes," Qim said with a wink. "Always playing by the rules. Is that why Headmaster loves you? Or is it just because you're so cute?"
Despite herself, Sydney blushed at this. Qim was devilishly pretty. Her dark skin, symmetrical face, and strong facial features cut into the very souls of those looking upon her. She was wearing her witch garb typical of those attending the Seattle Symposium of Witches. While technically against the rules, Qim was a rebel in this regard---and many others---and it was one of the many things that attracted Sydney to her. It was the chaos that complemented Sydney's more rigid, lawful nature.
"So...," the inflection in Qim's voice rising noticeably, her left eyebrow furled. "I need to tell you something." She leaned forward almost unperceptively. "It's a bit of a, uh, secret." She was almost whispering now. Sydney leaned forward to match her posture.
"Well...what is it?" Delicious curiosity panged Sydney's voice. She was a rising University Sophomore, and for a rising Senior to trust her, it was a significant breach of protocol for the natural school hierarchy.
Qim's tone took a sharp turn into a serious inflection. "You can not tell a soul. Not even Alexandra. This is serious."
"...Okay. I promise."
"So..." Qim continued. "You know how I stayed a couple of weeks after Spring semester to help in the library for that work-study program?"
"Yeah, the one Emma stayed behind to work with you on?"
"That's the one. Well, on the second to last day, we were in the stacks in the Winter Wing. We were almost done by lunch time, but they wouldn't let us leave until four-thirty that afternoon. So, after lunch, Emma and I went back to look at some...interested tomes we set aside; we weren't sure what to do with them. And, Sydney, let me tell you...some dark shit. I don't think we were supposed to see these."
"Like...what kind of spells?"
"Where to begin. Unbreakable curses, necromancy, deformation. I could go on. But here's the interesting part," Qim said before a long pause. "We found a section on bodily manipulation. Nothing new, sure. But what if you wanted to grow an extra arm? An extra leg? There are ways, apparently. But not just that..."
Sydney's eyes dilated with anticipation, her ears hanging on every word of Qim's. She was barely on the bench. Her breathing had all but ceased.
Qimmah leaned forward, her face now inches from Sydney's. "Sydney..." she slowly whispered. "There are ways to grow...a cock." Her words hung heavy in the air of the small train cabin.
"How...is that possible?" Sydney managed to choke out. "That seems impossible. Did you..." Her words were cut short.
"...try it? Yes. Emma insisted."
Sydney slumped back onto the bench. "Oh my god," she drawled. She quickly leaned forward again. "And then what?"
Qim flashed her perfect teeth in a devilish grin. "Does a woman kiss and tell?"
"Well, you sure as fuck should now!" Sydney yelled before quickly realizing her volume and hushing herself. The couple laughed together.
"Fuck the absolute shit out of her? Yes. Now, do you want me to show you?" Qim asked inquisitively.
Sydney gave a long pause as curiosity knawed away at her. Magic such as this wasn't unheard of, but it was absolutely forbidden. The sound of train lulled her into near a trance as she pondered.
"Qim...do you really think that's a good idea? On a muggle train of all places?"
"I dare say the *safest* place to be considered at all," Qim retorted.
After a moment of thought, Sydney rose from her seat. She walked to the cabin door, checking the lock and securing the shades on the windows to the train hallway. Satisfied, she took her seat opposite to Qim, hands on her knees, ready.
Qim flashed her trademark beautiful smile. "Can't believe I'm getting Sydney of all people to break the rules. Never thought I'd see the day." Her smile turned into a knowing smirk.
"Just...do it already. And besides, you're the one *doing* it, not me, after all," Syd said timidly.
Qim winked at her, slowly and ceremoniously reaching for her wand from her jacket. "If you insist, Sydney." She placed her wand on the bench to her right, and rose to her feet. She doffed her jacket and set it to her left, followed by kicking her shoes off. They clunked against the cabin door. She then dropped her dark black panties, and placed them on top of her jacket. Sydney flushed red at the sight of this. She sat back down onto the bench, and slowly spread her legs. The small dark green skirt barely covered her now.
With a flourish of the wand, she uttered unintelligible words. *Fac novum.* Old Latin, Syd guessed. There was the crack of rapturous thunder. Sydney almost jolted from her seat but managed to maintain her composure at the sudden thunderous sound.
At first, nothing happened. Long, tantalizing moments passed which felt like hours. Then, without heralding or warning, it appeared. It began to push and protrude against her small skirt, driving powerfully upwards. Qim moved the fabric to make way for it.
It was impressive as it was large. A hard, perfectly symmetrical black obelisk of flesh. A large vein ran up the side, and it softly pulsated with virility and vigor. Two large, black balls hung at the base, full and heavy.
"Oh my god..." Sydney managed to choke out, her throat dry with awe. "You weren't lying."
