I was in the back of the library when I stumbled across an odd book that seemed to be hidden underneath a shelf. It was old, brown wrinkled leather, and without title or DDS code. I looked around for a moment, not seeing a soul around. I then looked at the book and flipped the cover open. The writing was old cursive style, had some finesse to it. But it didn't have a title. I started to wonder if this was an old journal but almost dismissed that thought when realizing why would someone hide a journal here. No, this book was to be found at some point but didn't want to make it obvious as to what it was.
I did another look around then I took the book to one of the private reading rooms. With the door locked behind me, I went to the table and started to flip through some of the pages. The writer was talking about different kinds of magic they had learned through the years and in fear of losing their mind they wanted to keep a record of all the spells they had known. It even had some key phrases I didn't understand but may have been a clue to the original owner as if writing to their future self.
I had doubted the spells were real but I started to look through and skim over them. While they weren't titled, they were given a brief description as to what the spell did. It had some basics, make fire out of thin air, summon demons to make deals, stuff I would expect to see if spell books were common and real. I was ready to laugh all this off when the next spell caught my eye.
Sculpting flesh to make the true you.
I smirked at this but I found myself intrigued by it. Skirts and hormones only went so far as to make me a woman but the idea of surgery was not pleasant, nor cheap to do. I pulled the book over and with a fingertip, read along with the spell.
The sculptor looks deep inside of the person wishing for their body to be changed. The methods used are not uncommon to the average lady of the night but the intensity of the process would make one blush if not turn a deeper shade of red if they were to experience it themself. While pain from the procedure is very little, if one finds themself constrained by cloth, they will find themselves with tight pressure as the body adjusts against it. Advise doing this spell in exposing attire or without clothes at all.
I shook my head and chuckled at this. A spell that wants you naked for best results? This must be some party trick. A person tries to do the spell but it never works all the while everyone got to see your goods. Wouldn't be surprised if it had poses you were to perform during the casting of the spell. I continued.
If one wishes for the sculptor to appear, you first call out to the great artist that it is followed by what you wish done. After that, you offer the first experience to the sculptor as payment for the services.
I turned the page over and there was a diagram of what looked to be a human but one half was a male sculpted to Adonis standards and hung just the same. The other half was a woman, while sculpted as well, her bust looked to be back-breaking.
I shook my head again and laughed at this. A spell that can change your body. "Alright," I spoke to the air, "let us see if this works. Oh, great sculptor, the artist that you are of the flesh, give me nice tits and a tight pussy and in exchange, you get a first experience!"
The book laid on the table in front of me, the lights remained on, and the door was still closed. No artists had appeared, let alone a demon of some kind to exchange my soul for what I asked for. I closed the book and started to stand up from the chair.
I felt something grasp at my ankle and yelped as I tried to pull my feet away. Instead, I found a set of dark-colored tendrils wrapped around my ankles. Beneath the table was a hole in the floor with a dark light spewing forth. And from the hole was where the tendrils came from.
Before I had a chance to try to pull away again, another set of tendrils shot out from the hole and each went for a wrist. Then, with a rough tug, I was yanked off my feet. I was expecting to crash to the ground but instead found myself being held in the air as another tendril came up and wrapped itself around my waist.
I tried to pull against the tendrils but found them to be firm and unmoving. "Oh fuck, what are you doing to me? Let me go, you asshole!" Before I knew it, I felt the tendrils start to pull my knees up towards my chest and then start to spread my legs out.
"Oh shit, please don't do that. Please let me go!" I never expected to find out what this was like but I knew being bound like this usually came before you were fucked bad. My skirt had been pushed up a bit and I could see my underwear. Another tendril came up but this one went straight to my underwear. I tried to wiggle out of the way, to stop what was coming, but the tendrils were still holding firm to my body.
