Hi guys! Back again for another chapter. This one switches up our themes a little, featuring more transformations and magical themes, including female cock growth, futa/m sex, gender change and futa/f sex, along with my usual themes of cock growth, cock worship and slight mind break. If you are not into these themes, please go find a different story, if you are, enjoy the ride ;)
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I let out a moan and came as I felt John's 16 inch cock bottom out inside me and pump yet another massive load into my sensitive pussy. It had been four days since we had tried the bracelets for the first time - four hot, sexy, sweaty days of mindblowing sex, stopping only for food, drinks, smoke breaks and when we inevitably passed out on top of each other, and even those breaks were often combined with some form of sexual activity.
We had suddenly been given the ability to act out our wildest, most implausible fantasies on each other, and the result were... spectacular. I had actually ended up dialing back his cock a little bit, which I never thought I'd do, just because I didn't want to black out every time he fucked me!
As John stirred and slowly pulled out of me, his massive cock head sliding through my permanently soaked tunnel and out my clenching pussy lips eliciting another long shiver of pleasure, I looked around the apartment.
It was trashed.
It turns out four days of magically amped up, wild, kinky sex is not very good for keeping an apartment clean. "Shiiiiiit..." I moaned as John fell on the bed next to me.
"What's up... babe..." John asked between deep breaths. I had improved his body several times over, but it looked like even these bracelets had limits, and four days of sex would leave anyone breathless.
"We trashed the apartment!" I exclaimed, waving a hand through the general span of our once organized home. The couch had picked up some nasty looking stains from when I had indulged John's massive cumshot fantasies, the dining room table looked wobbly from the number of times he had bent me over it, and... and...
When had we broken a chair?
An image came ot my head of doing strip tease while he sat on the chair, and then suddenly having sex on the ground.
Huh.
The sex had been so mind blowing for so long that I had some foggy memories, like I had been on some crazy drugs for a few days.
Well, these bracelets were crazier than any drug, so I guess it made sense. I absently tapped John's arm, eliciting another groan. "Come on you big lug, we need to clean uuup!" I whined at him.
John rolled over, blinking worn out, blissed out eyes at me. "Oh... yeah... you're right..." With a seemingly great amount of effort, he pushed himself off his bed. "You're a witch, I never got why you don't have some spell or something to clean the apartment."
I rolled my eyes, sitting up much more spryly than him. "For the hundredth time, that's not how magic works!" I answer him, exasperated.
"Yeah, yeah." He shakes his wrist, and the bracelet of blue beads wrapped around it, at me. "You also said magic can't just... transform a person's body. Yet here we are." To prove his point, my hair abruptly shimmered, turning the crimson red I, like many girls my age, had dyed it in high school.
I scowled at him, then bit my lip. "I... I don't know. I've never even heard of anything like this, outside of fairy tales and bad sex stories. I don't know if there's some limit, or cost, or what."
John's face went very sober. "Do you think that they could be dangerous?" His eyes flicked down to the innocuous looking bracelet, a shadow of fear passing of his face.
I shook my head, my red locks flying around me. "No... not dangerous. If they were going to have some side effects, I think we would've noticed it by now." We eyed each other for a moment, the sudden seriousness of the conversation lowering our hormones for the first time in days,
John sighed, then looked up with a little smile. "Well alright, let's do what we can for this apartment!"
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A few hours later, we both collapsed back onto the freshly laundered bed, and I let out a contented sigh. It hadn't been easy, but we had restored the apartment to some semblance of order, with John even managing to patch up the chair and the table. I lay there for a moment, letting out a happy little sigh of a job well done, when John suddenly spoke next to me.