The two young girls, cousins on their mother's side, compared memories and scrounged for knowledge about their mothers. They soon pieced together the tiniest shred of understanding of their magical heritage and, without the family's centuries of experience to guide them, became enamored with the possibilities for personal gain that magic presented, without understanding its power or purpose. Their latent abilities and unharnessed yearning to learn led the cousins down a dark path. Through trial and error, they learned crude and basic spells by decrypting the runes and pictographs in the texts. They meditated, hoping the secrets of the books and their gifts lay somewhere in their subconscious, waiting to be unlocked. They learned nothing of the role magic played in maintaining balance in the universe. For them, it was a puzzle to be solved and, hopefully, an instrument for them to use.
At first, the magic they learned was used for their own amusement. Pictures in several of the texts depicted a witch holding a wand, so they adopted the practice of holding the wand when they cast their magic, passing it back and forth so each could practice. They decoded spells that enabled them to conjure simple things from thin air: a piece of fruit, or a lavish garment they'd seen at the market. Their appetites whetted, they began to long for less simple things and became frustrated and bitter when they could not harness the magic required. Frustration led to competitiveness, which led to trouble.
The elder of the two cousins stumbled on a spell -- a relatively simple one, but a major breakthrough for them -- by mispronouncing part of a spell they'd used often. The new spell could transform the shape and appearance of things. They tried the spell out first on inanimate objects, then on small animals. They successfully changed a piglet into a full-grown hog and changed a rooster to a hen. They would never want for food again.
The younger cousin was the more daring of the two. She was the first to try the transformation spell on herself. She carefully uttered the words and waved the wand over her head. She watched in the mirror as her hair grew long and lustrous, her breasts swelled, and her legs lengthened. She became a 14-year-old girl in the body of beautiful 20-year-old woman. When her cousin saw what she had done, she wanted to try the spell on herself. With a wave of the wand, the elder cousin morphed into an even more beautiful woman.
The young cousin was consumed with rage and jealousy. She had been the brave one, trying the spell on herself. Now her cousin came along, stole the idea, and the result was even better than her own. She snatched the wand and waved it over her cousin's head. Slowly, the elder cousin shrank, a thick coat of hair enveloping her body. Where once stood a beautiful woman now stood a tiny rat. While the young cousin admired her handiwork, the elder was stunned at the cruelty of her transformation. That is, until a cat, spying a snack, snatched the rat and whisked it away to what was, for the elder cousin, a horrifying and painful death.
Without her cousin to continue her exploration, the young cousin's skills stagnated. She had mastered the spell of transformation, but nothing more. She moved away, transformed herself into an even more beautiful woman, and married a rich and foolish man, who she terrorized with threats of horrific changes, growing ever more contemptuous of her husband at first, and eventually of those who did not have her powers, which was basically everyone. They had a daughter, who was taught the spell and inherited the wand upon her mother's death. The mastery of the transformation spell, the wand, and the contempt for weakness were passed generation to generation until Carla's mother passed them to her.
And Carla loved to use her power. By age 19, Carla had left a swath of scorched earth in her path, destroying lives without a thought. She left home at 16, convinced that her power and her smarts would enable her to live the life of her dreams away from her over-bearing mother, who had made the mistake of teaching young Carla the spell far earlier than she should have and, having carelessly left the wand unguarded, had been transformed into a 700-pound shut-in. Carla moved from town to town and state to state, using and magically abusing people to get what she wanted, and when her situation became untenable, moved along.
As a child and teenager, Carla's looks were unremarkable. Neither dazzling nor homely, Carla was a perfectly average young girl. As she matured, she believed, with no real evidence, that nice girls got trampled and pretty girls got everything. Not surprisingly, she started using her spell to augment her looks and, where possible, mistreat nice girls. If she saw a woman who she thought was prettier or was getting more attention, she'd adjust her appearance, adding whatever positive trait she thought she saw. Even her mother would not recognize her.
Eventually, she found herself in the town where Lena lived, in the gymnasium of the college where Mariel attended school, toying with her latest unwitting victim. Carla had assumed the appearance of a tall thin redhead, with the palest of freckles and a smile that could melt hearts. Her curves were alluring but not exaggerated. Best not to arouse suspicion, she thought, just another college hotty catching the eye of the basketball team. She watched and waited during practice until the boys wandered back to the locker room. She knew at least one of them would linger behind, hoping to strike up a conversation with her. Sure enough, the tallest cockiest player walked over and introduced himself; he was a senior, 6'8" tall, with deep black skin and rippling muscles, and was clearly used to women drooling for him. Carla set the trap, coyly introducing herself, flirting overtly but not aggressively -- there was no need to be aggressive. She had him.
He had introduced himself as Jesse, but she wouldn't bother remembering his name. It wouldn't matter soon. She casually laid her hand on the young man's arm. "Such huge muscles. You're just so ... big." She licked her lips invitingly, then leaned up and kissed him, quickly but firmly, on the lips. "Come with me," she whispered, and then grabbed her bag and headed toward the area behind the bleachers, out of sight. Jesse followed, quickly and confidently.
When they were alone behind the stands, she faced him with her hands behind her back. She was holding her wand. "Are you that big, everywhere," she asked coyly. He took that as an invitation and proceeded to push his basketball shorts down to his ankles. Even soft, his cock was over six inches. "Well that answers that," Carla cooed. "May I?" she asked and not waiting for an answer she took his cock in her hand and stroked it very slowly. A predatory grin crossed his lips and he moaned in satisfaction. "Wow, look at it grow." His cock swelled in her hands and when it was rock hard and throbbing it was just north of eleven inches. Carla knew it would be. She had overheard gossip from the girls around town about all of the basketball players and she was delighted that it was Jesse who took the bait.
"Does that feel good?" she asked innocently. Jesse grunted in the affirmative. "Hmmm. That's a shame. You see, I have a secret: I prefer girls." With her other hand, Carla reached up and waved the wand slowly over Jesse's head and quickly spoke the words to her spell. She released Jesse's cock and took a step back, her own predatory grin spreading across her face.
"Hey, what do you mean? Why did you stop, you fucking tease!" Jesse tried to step forward but found his feet were stuck to the ground. Other than his mouth, he was completely paralyzed. "What the ..."
"Shhh." Carla put a finger to his lips and his voice went mute. "Like I said, I like girls."
The transformation began slowly, which was how Carla liked it. She loved watching a man, especially a strong cocky one, morph into her plaything. It was painless for the man, but oh so pleasurable for Carla. She had been wet the whole time watching the basketball team, hoping it was Jesse who would hit on her. She imagined the woman she would turn him into -- firm body, like Jesse, but with womanly curves. She'd have copper hair, that reached down to her butt in a long straight braid. Lips, full and soft. And a long strong flexible tongue.
Now she was watching her sex-toy molded into shape before her eyes. She slipped her skirt off and unabashedly began to rub her clit, feeling the wetness ooze from her pussy, making her fingertip slick. Nearly a foot of cock receded into his body as his hips and butt flared into exaggerated orbs. Firm pectorals swelled into equally firm breasts that strained to pop out over the basketball jersey which shimmered for a moment before disappearing.
The rush of her power was intoxicating, and it never got old. She'd lost count of how many playthings she'd created and discarded; how many unsuspecting men had their bodies and lives changed because of Carla's twisted desires. She had transformed strong men, like Jesse, because exerting her power over them was even more thrilling than the sexual pleasures she would force them to provide her. But it wasn't just strong men she'd target. Sometimes, on a whim, she'd select a perfectly innocent man and wipe him from existence for the sheer fun of it. She'd watched an earnest young man propose marriage at a restaurant one evening and the thought of utterly destroying their happiness with a wave of her wand had her squirming on her barstool. She followed him into the men's room and before he could react, she had her wand over his head and she murmured the spell that had been passed down generation after generation. She didn't even bother making him service her; Carla watched as the man at the urinal became a naked frightened woman, and then walked out, her face flushed with arousal and satisfaction. The groom-to-be was gone.
The spell was easily reversible. Carla could have her fun and then change her victims back. She never did, but it was the promise of restoration of their literal manhood that always convinced them to submit to her will. Once Jesse had transformed into an amazon, huge luscious breasts and bubble butt redefining her still 6'8" frame, Carla explained, "I have made you a woman. Only I can change you back, but you must do exactly as I say. Otherwise, this is the new you." Jesse, unfrozen now that the transformation had completed, started to lunge at Carla, but she held up her wand and said "Careful. You saw what I can do. I could change you into something far less pleasant. Now, kneel."
