Manny yawned widely and stretched. He turned over and the blankets caught in his huge boner. He jerked them aside and the blankets loosened. As he flopped onto his side, he found the other half of the bed empty and woefully cold.
"Jogging again probably..." He grumbled, flicking one eye open. Fuzzy red sheets were all here saw, not his beautiful girlfriend or her bodacious chocolate booty. He found that just a little annoying because she had used one of her spells on him last night to make him horny as a bull so she could ride him for three straight hours. The woman was absolutely insatiable and then he woke up with the stiffest morning wood he could ever remember, she was nowhere to be found.
He contemplated jerking off and making a mess of the sheets just for her, but he thought better of it. It would probably make her even hornier and he'd never even be let out of bed today. It was his day off and he had plans, damn it.
Pushing the blankets aside, he got out of bed and groggily forced his other eye open. It wasn't until three steps away from the bed that he realized something felt off. Instead of uncomfortable cool air brushing up against his balls and over his shaft, he still felt the fuzzy flannel sheets that were on the bed. But only on his dick.
What the hell?
He looked down and just about choked. Adrenaline woke him up extremely quickly and he rubbed at his eyes. Another glance confirmed. His dick was most certainly gone. He grabbed at his crotch and his hand met something wet. Something disturbingly familiar and very, very wet.
"What in the fuck?" He said, holding up his damp fingers. He hurried into the bathroom and flicked on the light.
Sure enough, sitting there beneath his now hairless crotch was a wet, lovely looking pussy. It was weird enough that he stumbled back and sat down on the toilet. He looked himself in the face and realized that wasn't the only thing that was off. He jerked forward and leaned close to the mirror.
Exactly as he thought. His eyelashes were definitely thicker and all his usual morning fuzz was completely missing. His jawline, his masculine and strong jawline, was softer than he remembered.
"What on Earth? What else is going on?" He groaned, looking down at himself. His waist looked a touch thinner and his pecs were definitely sticking out. He turned and just about screamed.
His ass was downright cute now. What had once been a slightly muscular man ass that his girlfriend loved to grab was now softer and had developed just a little bit of a jiggle.
"Fuck!" He yelled at no one.
His frustration and confusion aside, he couldn't take it anymore. The horniness was still burning inside him and he swore he could feel his cock still massively erect and wrapped in fuzzy warm flannel. He quickly ignored that and went mindless after his new genitals.
His ass sunk back down into the seat and he put a finger to his wet slit. It sent tingles up his spine and he groaned with pleasure. It took very little for his finger to slip inside and stars popped in his vision. His spine quivered from the sensations and he laid his head back on the wall.
"Fuck this is gooood." He moaned, sliding the finger all along his slick walls.
Soon enough, he pushed a second finger in. It was wild to know what this felt like on the other end and he couldn't stop himself. He rubbed faster and squeezed his legs together. All the muscles through his middle clenched up and his breath caught in his chest. He gave a strangely feminine cry and his nethers squeezed down tightly on his digits.
It just got weirder and weirder. As he came one of the greatest orgasms of his life, he realized he was still feeling his dick. It was hot and pulsed powerfully in time with his orgasm. He should feel a huge load of cum blasting out of his bulging head and he gasped sharply. The ecstasy from his cock ended quickly but that from his pussy just went on and on until he was panting and just about fell off the toilet. He caught himself on the sink and pushed back up to his feet.
Staring back at him in the mirror was no longer himself but a rather feminine looking androgenite. His hair, once short and a yellow straw, was now down to his earlobes and slowly turning golden.
His chest had softened further and looked more like a washboard female's chest. He shuddered and turned his slightly rounder hips. Yup. He grimaced. His ass was certainly more girly now. It had grown a little plumpness to it and he hated to admit it, but it was starting to look damn cute.
He couldn't take it. He stomped out of the bedroom and back into the bedroom. He fumed back over to his bed and flopped down on it. This was probably all Rachelle's fault. She was the one with the budding witch hobby. She liked to play around with magic despite being entirely self educated and her spells caused him no end of headaches some days.
She wasn't dangerous or malicious, just a little careless. She liked to use him as a guinea pig without even telling him. Sometimes her spells would just give him a big wart or change his hair color. One time she even managed to change a chair into a rather disgruntled bunny. Last night she begged him to let her cast a spell over him and after reassuring him a dozen times she had studied and researched the spell, he agreed. She sat him in a drawn circle, that was still on the floor across the room, and chanted a spell over him while throwing rose petals around. When she finished, he found himself erect and hornier than he had been since his teenage years. She immediately bedded him and rode him to exhaustion.
He thought that had been the end of it. Apparently not. Her magical hijinks continued...
He leaned back and his hand slid into a wet spot on the bed. That wasn't right. She changed the sheets before they fell asleep last night.
Yanking back the sheets, he found his cock. It was horrifyingly detached from him and laying erect across the bed. A massive load of cum was messing the sheets all in front of it. He quickly grabbed it and immediately moaned. He could still feel everything that happened to it.
