Pete woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, and his head was humming. It was the summer before his Senior year of college, and he'd signed on to work on a cruise ship over the break as a way to meet people and have some fun, and maybe get over his shyness. Pete wasn't tall, or great looking, or particularly funny, and he didn't have any interesting hobbies, so he often ran out of things to talk about pretty quickly, especially with women. He figured a couple months of meeting tons of people and partying might help change that.
Anyway, it worked out that the last day of his tour was also his twenty-first birthday, so he and some of the guys had gone out for one last hurrah. Pete got uncharacteristically drunk, and happily made a fool of himself, finally finding a way to make everyone laugh. At some point in the night he could remember talking to this attractive older woman, and she seemed very interested in everything he had to say. She had to be in her sixties, but he could tell that she was probably a knockout when she was younger, and she had a very confident vibe. To be fair, he was pretty drunk, so maybe he was misreading things.
As he was rolling through things in his mind, he realized someone was laying next to him on the bed. He slowly turned over to take a look and felt something shift against his leg. He reached down to touch it, and realized it was his dick. It felt big. Heavy. But he shook off that thought and turned over to an incredible surprise. Next to him was a woman around his age and absolutely gorgeous. She had one of the prettiest faces he'd ever seen, and her large, perky breasts were barely covered by the sheets. He lifted the covers up slightly to see some more, and she gently grabbed his hand, smiling.
"Didn't get enough last night?" she said, her voice clear and with a powerful femininity that struck a chord deep within his balls.
"I barely remember last night," he said, still bewildered.
"More's the pity," she said, pushing herself up to lean against the headboard. Her full breasts contrasted spectacularly with her small, taut waist, and Pete felt his cock stirring. "That's the way of it, unfortunately. The ritual clouds the mind of the chosen to facilitate the working. And to protect the Witch."
"Witch?" Pete replied, put off by the word, and by her unusual speech pattern.
She smiled. "Yes. I have worked a spell upon us both. To regain my youth and virility, the spell requires that I grant virility to another. I chose you."
Pete was more perplexed than before. "I don't understand what's happening. I mean, besides the sex." He paused for a moment. "We did have sex, right?"
She let out a soft and distinctly feminine laugh and brushed his face with her hand. "Indeed we did, sweet boy. You were quite good. Let me show you what else we did," she said, stepping off the bed to a large full length mirror along the wall opposite her side of the bed. She beckoned him to come over, and he let out a deep breath and then complied.
He was looking down at the ground as he approached, not wanting to be disappointed. He was not exactly a physical specimen, being a smaller guy with a narrow frame and next to no muscle, and while he wasn't ugly, he wasn't exactly good looking, either. In focusing on the ground, however, he accidentally caught sight of his cock, and then he snapped his head up to look in the mirror, not believing what he saw. His dick was long and thick, at least ten inches and as wide as his wrist, and was not even hard yet. He looked over at her in astonishment, and she gave him a sexy smile.
She stepped towards him, pressing her luscious body against his side, grabbing his neck to pull him down for a kiss. Her lips could've turned the Sahara to glass, and his cock sprung up almost instantly. She grabbed his cock with her free hand, still working his mouth with hers, and began stroking him with a gentle ferocity. She pulled back from the kiss and turned to look into the mirror. "Gaze upon your fullest glory."
Pete was overwhelmed by the intensity of her sexuality, but he slowly took himself in. He was noticeably taller, made clear by the fact that she had been slightly taller than him the night before, and he was at least half a foot taller than her now. His shoulders were much broader, and he had the sculpted muscular build of a multi-sport athlete. His hair was darker and much thicker, his eyes a lighter green, and his cheekbones and jaw flawless. He was handsome, his body was a work of art, and his cock was gigantic. Pete was both stunned and deeply pleased.
Pete turned toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking up and down her amazing body, then back to her beautiful face. "Can we do it again? So I can remember it this time," he said, smiling, and only half joking.
She tilted her head, her half-smile tilting with her, and she gently rubbed his neck with both hands. "Sadly, no. The working would be unmade if we coupled again. But here is something to remember me by." She pulled him into another steamy kiss, and his cock was so hard that his balls ached.
She pulled away from him and walked over to her clothes, which sat in a pile on a chair beside the bed and started dressing.
"I don't even know your name," Pete said, disappointment clear on his face.
She pulled her pants up and paused, meeting his eyes. "It's Amantha," she said, and then continued dressing as Pete looked on. When she was finished, she reached into her purse to grab something, and then walked over to Pete.
Without a word, she reached up to hang a necklace with a single green crystal around his neck, and left a lingering kiss on his cheek, before heading to the door.
"Will I ever see you again," Pete said, a tinge of sadness in his voice.
Amantha looked back at him, a wistful look on her face. "If you ever need to find me, you will." And she opened the door and left.
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Pete headed straight to the dorms and skipped the trip home, mostly to avoid the awkwardness of explaining his new body and hoping delaying it a few months would make a late growth spurt seem more plausible. He wasn't as concerned about the kids on campus though, since classes didn't start for a couple of weeks, and they had mostly ignored him in the past. And, of course, those conversations would be a lot more fun.
Pete also used the money from his tour on the boat to buy new clothes that showed off his new---and much hotter---body, opting for tight shirts and jeans, and an array of spandex for working out and sports. He had never really been much into sports, but he thought he might take a crack at it now to see what his new body could do.
He didn't waste much time connecting with women once he arrived on campus, bumping into Carla from up the hallway on his first day back. The Seniors and Grad students had their own dorms together, and Carla was in the Sociology Masters program. She was also a very hot Latin girl, with long dark hair, honey-colored eyes, a very pretty face, and was tall and slim. She ran regularly, and it showed. Her body was toned, and her ass was full and shapely.
The hall was empty and fairly quiet, since there were very few people on campus yet, and she was dragging a big plastic box full of clothes and assorted necessities out of the elevator. Pete came up behind her from the steps and walked over to offer his services.
"Need any help with that?" he asked with a polite smile.
Carla turned and did a double-take, setting down her box. pausing for a long moment to look him over. Recognition hit her, and she suddenly had a surprised smile on her face. "Pete? Is that you?" she said.
Pete smiled right back. "Hi Carla. It definitely is," he said, putting his hands on his hips to draw attention back to his new body.
Carla's eyes flicked to his thick sculpted pecs, wrapped in the tight white tank top he was wearing. His washboard abs were also on full display as her eyes crept down, eventually settling on the outline of his titanic cock, and her jaw dropped open. She quickly forced herself to look back up and meet his eyes.
"Uh, you look so...different," she said, floundering a little.
Pete smiled wider and nodded. "Yeah, guess I hit a growth spurt. Started hitting the weights, too." He paused for a moment to quickly look Carla up and down, obvious as can be. "Seems it worked out alright," he said, meeting Carla's eyes again.
Carla was definitely pleased that he checked her out and was absolutely floored at how hot he was. She was still trying not to stare at his gigantic dick but had otherwise regained her composure. She was pretty hot herself after all and was used to guys wanting her.
"I think I could use that help, actually, if you don't mind," she said, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a sexy smile. Pete scooped up her box like it was a pillow and followed her back to her room.
She opened the door and let him in to her small living room, closing the door behind him. "Where would you like this," he asked, a confident smile on his face.
"In the bedroom, please," she replied, and bit her lip sexily.