Wish Fulfillment 02

This series remains a place to put those random ideas which may not fit into longer tales. This one was requested by a Patron commissioner, and I'll say "woman transforms to be sexy and powerful, and guy gets some benefits" is so directly up my alley he might as well have just told me to write whatever I felt like.

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His Essence

My wife and I stood before the little shop nervously. It was one of those places you sometimes hear about, little holes in the wall in a mall or shopping center or market that almost nobody seems to notice, but which call to you out of nowhere. We'd glanced inside the week before and confirmed it, a shop full of curios and a moderately sinister woman at the desk saying that we'd be sure to find our heart's desire there. I looked over... and down... at my wife. She was cute, always had been, but that suddenly wasn't enough. "You don't have to do this, you know. Five years together, I still love the way you look."

She looked up at me with her icy blue eyes. "I've seen how you look at those other girls. You like bigger women. Taller, bustier, muscular amazonesses. I'm not that and I can't ever be, and I'm tired of being so far behind. Yes, I have to do this."

There was no use arguing with her on this point, she probably wouldn't believe what I said. I was being honest, but then again so was she. I really did prefer a completely different physical type than her. One that usually couldn't happen in nature, and I'd long since come to accept it. But I could still look, and she'd noticed. Her self-esteem, never the greatest, took a dive that day and had not recovered in the intervening month. Now it was Valentine's Day, and she had one thing on her mind. One gift she wanted to give me. She stepped inside.

A chime rang over the doorway as we entered. The same woman was at the counter, in a fairly shapeless outfit that made it hard to make out much about her. She even had her hood pulled up, obscuring much of her face and hair. "Welcome back, you two. Have you decided what strikes your fancy?"

My wife marched right up to the counter the woman was standing at. "I want a spell. Some magic to make me into the kind of woman he lusts after. You can do that, can't you?" The last might have been phrased as a question. It wasn't, and nobody present took it as one.

The woman at the counter grinned, a tiny yet somehow frightening thing. "You know he desires your body already, correct?"

"Yes, but I want to be... more."

"Then more it shall be. This shop does not take money. I think you knew that." She looked at me, and with an undeniable force in her voice stated "

Close the door

."

I obeyed, instantly and without question, wondering why I did. By the time I turned around, the scene had changed. The windows were all closed and curtains drawn. Gone were the curios and shelves. Gone was the pale lighting, replaced by red. Gone, too, was the woman, and in her place stood a demoness. She was nude, her body still small but hard with muscle. Her skin was red, her horns and wings and claws black, and she had a hungry look on her face. Incongruously, the voice that emerged from her was the same as before. "So, you want to give the gift of your body to this man today? You will feed me in return."

My wife blanched. "With... my soul?"

The demoness cackled. "Not this time, I don't think. Not as long as you give me the power I need. There have been many names for it over the years. Lust, Orgone, Kundalini. Whatever you call it, I want it. I will set a siphon within you, and the lusty acts which will trigger my magic will feed me. Give enough, and my time is worthwhile. Don't, and your soul will be the price instead."

I wanted to speak up, but found that I couldn't. My voice would not sound, my lips would not open. Instead, my wife said the words. "I accept."

The demoness grinned. "From sundown tonight until the dawn breaks again, then, you must take his essence into and onto yourself. As much as you can. This will focus his power upon you to form you to his desires. You must not repeat the same act, doing so will end the spell for good or ill. Though I will continue to benefit from your lust going forward, tonight is the only time the penalty hangs upon you." She reached forward, across the desk, and touched my wife's chest with one of those claws. "Now go. The sun sets in four hours."

***

The rest of the date, by comparison, was uneventful. The sunlight in the park was nice, but she was distracted. Even dinner at her favorite restaurant, which required that I make reservations months in advance, could hardly hold her attention. Every few moments, she looked out the window at the slowly-setting sun. We eventually made it home, half-eaten food in to-go bags, and ended up in the bedroom. The sun outside was just touching the horizon. She took a few breaths, obviously getting mentally ready.

"You don't have to do this, love. You don't have to change yourself."

She started removing her clothes. "Yes I do. Not just because that deal's already been made. You deserve to have that for a wife, I deserve to be able to be that." She was nude, her tight and pert but unfortunately flat and tiny body before me. "Now strip. I don't know when sunset is for her definitions, but I want to get started as soon as it's certain."

I took off my shirt and pants, revealing a body that had once been significantly more attractive than it now was. My underwear followed. The joke once was that it was a good thing my wife was so small, because I couldn't have satisfied her otherwise. I tried to ignore those jokes, but they stung and stuck with me. The comments faded from memory when I looked back up, though. My wife's eyes were normally bright blue. Figuratively bright, not literally glowing like they now were. "Love, I think it's started."

"I feel it." She was standing straighter, breathing deeper. "Now, lay down on the bed. I know you like blowjobs, so let's get that one done first." I should note that she

really

does not like giving me oral. If she was telling me that was first on the list, then I knew she wanted it out of the way quickly. Along with my orgasm. I'm not normally a quickshot but when she decided to get serious with my dick in her mouth she could finish me in under three minutes.

And... she was serious this time.

I laid down face up, she crawled her way rapidly into position, and sucked me down without hesitation. Within moments her nose was buried against my groin, her head bobbing up and down and her tongue rubbing against my shaft. I couldn't help it, my back arched up, thrusting into her mouth even deeper. She seemed to see it coming, she didn't gag. She just kept at it, sucking on me like she was trying to pull my soul out through my dick. I don't know about souls, but she definitely succeeded in sucking me to an unbelievably powerful orgasm in two minutes flat. I'm not even sure if she paused to take a breath in there. She certainly didn't go running to the bathroom to spit out what I'd just let loose, just swallowing again and again like she didn't want to risk spilling a single drop.

She took jet after jet of my essence like a champ, and just as I finished twitching in her mouth and she finished swallowing I felt it. A surge within me, coming from my entire body and into hers. I could almost see a faint aura around her, one that vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. She pushed herself up onto her knees, muscles flexing visibly, and took a couple of breaths. "Okay, that was intense. Might have been worth it just for that." She stood up, stretching out, and I noticed something. Something new.

"Love! Your boobs!"

"What do you mean my..." She looked down and shrieked. "BOOBS! I have boobs! I mean, they're not exactly huge, but I have them!" Sure enough, when she grabbed her chest, there they were. Most days, she barely had B cups if she took a deep breath and thought the word "boob" really loudly. What was now on her chest was enough to bounce noticeably. I stood, wanting to look more closely, and found a couple more things. The first was that her body was... firmer. Her soft fitness had hardened somewhat, going from the body of a woman who stayed active to one who looked like she spent an hour a day at the gym. She'd also gained a couple of inches vertically. I had to lift my chin a bit to be able to rest it on her head. The total effect was way more than the sum of its parts. She was attractive before. She was

hot

now.

I felt my penis twitch appreciatively, but it felt heavy. That wasn't going anywhere just yet.

My wife looked at me, then looked down at my dick. "You need a nap. Set an hour timer, and then we're going at it again." She left the room with some pep in her step. Me? I passed out almost as soon as I'd set an alarm and let my head hit the pillow.

What felt like a blink later, I heard beeping. My alarm. Without opening my eyes, I slapped the phone, turning off the sound. Suddenly, I felt the unexpected warm, wet sensation of a tongue on my dick once more. My eyes flew open, my penis sprang hard, and I was treated to the vision of my wife crawling on top of me. "Good, you woke up right on time. It's time to put this bad boy to good use again." She straddled me. "My turn to feel good this time. You ready?"

I nodded sharply. Ready was one word for it, it was so hard I could feel my heartbeat in the veins down there.

My wife grabbed it with one hand, aimed it properly, then sank herself onto me. The process was slow but smooth, she was already wet and waiting for me. I tried to sit up, she reached out one hand to the center of my chest and held me down with more force than I would have given her credit for an hour or two ago. Instead, I reached up with both hands and absolutely mauled her brand new boobs, feeling their firm softness as she rode me. Up and down, gripping me tightly but absolutely refusing to relent for even a moment. Normally, she'd go for drawing things out. Not this time. The night was young, and she had a lot of orgasms to pull out of me yet.

In shockingly little time considering how recently I'd cum down her throat, I felt my body ready to blast off once again. She felt it, too, and as I felt myself lose control she clamped down on me with one of the strongest orgasms I've ever felt from her. Just like before, I could feel the power coursing from my entire being up into her. This time, I knew what to look for as she changed before my eyes. The blue glow engulfed her, and she became

more

. The thighs which held my waist grew visible bulges of muscle, her abs gaining more definition. Her arms, too, now looked like there was smooth power there, and she gained height with it. Most exciting was her chest, though. She was hunched a bit forward, keeping her breasts within range of my grasping hands, but what once was modest no longer was. Those fingers now sank into a pillowy softness that exceeded their grasp. I really did not want to let go.

She laid down on top of me, and for the first time she felt like she had real weight to her. I smiled, the afterglow an amazing thing. Then she rolled off to the side, and I noticed something else. The motion took longer than it should have. There was more of me to pull out of her than before, and when I looked down I could see something almost respectable hanging out down there, only slowly deflating. Oh, and the fact that I could see it that clearly had another cause. Some of my own gut had decided it wanted to disappear. I wasn't exactly going to be winning any bodybuilding competitions, but my beer belly had backed off from "IPA" to "Bud Lite."

As she got her breath back, her eyes fell on me first. "Looks like I'm not the only one benefitting from this spell, am I?"

"You're reshaping yourself into the body of a goddess, I was ALREADY benefiting from it."

"Oh, so you ADMIT you like what I did!"

I tried to focus, a task made exponentially more difficult by the fact that she was attempting to stroke me back to full hardness. "Look me in the eyes." She did, immediately, and I saw that even besides their glow those eyes were changing. They looked larger, the color clearer. "I loved you before all of this, and will love you after it's done. None of this was necessary for that."

"I know, but I still don't want to be a silver medal. I refuse to be one. All of this?" She gestured with one hand while the other kept stroking me. "We aren't done. This body would have made me popular in high school. I want one that would launch a thousand ships. I want to walk down the street with you and have every man and every lesbian green with envy that you have me. You deserve it, and I want it. Now, for the first time in my life I have boobs that can manage this, so I want you to stay right there and enjoy what I'm about to do."

I was back to being rock hard, the combination of the electric feel of her hands and the anticipation of what was to come conspiring to get me ready to go once more. There hadn't even been enough time for the lubrication she left on me to dry off. Then again, the first thing she did was mount me again for a couple of bounces. I wondered why, knowing that repeating our last sex act would end the ritual, but she got back off of me pretty quickly. She was just getting ready for the next round.

Now that I was freshly slicked back up, she shimmied herself down my body. Every touch, every rub, every kiss she laid on me felt like heaven. Especially where she stopped. There is no sensation quite like a gorgeously large pair of boobs being pressed around one's dick, especially since it was already well-lubricated and she decided not to wait before she started pumping. Up and down, squeezing her breasts together tightly to encase the penis before her in an absolutely blissful experience. She was focused on the task before her, and though it was the first time she had ever been able to do it she carried out her mission with absolute dedication. Almost worship. Certainly with much more skill than her absolute lack of experience suggested she should have.

"If you don't think I was looking at those videos right behind you, you're wrong." She continued to press herself onto me.

That would explain at least some of it, like how she knew the basics. Not how she was this freaking good at it, or why I was feeling ready to pop off already despite having just had an objectively amazing orgasm up into her not ten minutes prior. Especially when a good one would normally knock me out for half the night. I resolutely set that side of my head aside when she leaned in to lick the tip that was showing out of her cleavage. Such thoughts seemed... unimportant compared to the unearthly feeling of the warm, firm, soft globes encasing my dick and seemingly my soul.

Once again, my balls felt heavy as they started to pulse, over and over, the pressure coming from my entire body as my essence shot out of me. And what an orgasm, too, I watched as the first jet shot up into her waiting mouth, the next couple giving her a pearl necklace the lives of which I'd never managed before, and then more frosting those new boobs of hers. The power surged again, and my first sign of it was when my still-twitching length was suddenly long enough to poke its head completely out of those boobs. This state of affairs only lasted the barest moment. My wife had some transforming to do.

The cum splattering her chest, neck, and boobs vanished, absorbed by her body to fuel what was coming. Her boobs surged into a pleasant weight in my lap, once again fully engulfing the penis between them. The surge of growth traveled along her body as she stood up, her shoulders broadening a bit, her muscles now showing some real power, her hips broadening and her abs going from a four to a six pack. She didn't look like she spent an hour a day at the gym anymore, now she looked like it was two hours of high-power body sculpting. She surged upwards as well, at this point her height was easily equal to my own. I rolled over to her side of the bed, then stood so that I could hold her. So that I could feel with my hands what my eyes were reporting.

Or, at least, I tried to. Around the time I got myself fully vertical the world decided it felt like being horizontal. I toppled forward, and her arms were waiting. "Oh, that power must really be taking it out of you. Come on, I'll set the next alarm so you can get a couple hours of rest." My eyes were mostly closed, but I could feel myself being lifted by two powerful arms. They gently set me back on my side of the bed a moment later. "I'll be in the kitchen grabbing a snack, you rest up so that you can be the snack later."

I mumbled something, intending to agree with her words, but I'm not entirely sure it escaped my mouth in a coherent form. I fell asleep quickly and deeply, though, and when the alarm went off a couple of hours later I definitely felt a lot more peppy. Something about three excellent orgasms in a row will do that, especially with the promise of more to come. I stood up and stretched, back popping, and wondered briefly where my wife had gone.

I got distracted, though. A sudden need to pee. I dashed to the bathroom, getting there just in time to relieve myself, but as I did I caught a glimpse of something odd. Besides the fact that shaking it off revealed a MUCH larger piece of equipment than I started the night with. No, the mirror to my left reflected someone who might be mistaken for me at a distance, but who looked like they could be my younger and hotter brother. I had way less hair on me from the neck down and looked like I might be a competition swimmer. Muscle was showing across my chest, arms, and abs that I knew weren't there before... or, at least, it was covered up by a layer of fat that had shrunk dramatically.

The door behind me creaked open, and my wife walked in. I was right, she was about my height now. Maybe an inch or two taller. Broader and more powerful than my own new build, with boobs that had gone from "large" to "eye opening." She was also completely hairless below the neck, and I could smell our shampoo on her. She'd gotten cleaned up while I was unconscious. "Good, you woke up without me needing to help you. Ready for round four?"

"I think so. What did you have in mind?" I turned to face her, and she pressed herself close to me. Neither one of us had a stitch of clothing on, and the feeling of her body practically molding itself onto mine was amazing. I felt her reach for something behind me, in one of the drawers.

"Something tells me that my least favorite sex act, one you begged me for last year and I relented one and exactly one time, will be a bit more enjoyable at our present sizes." She revealed that she was now holding a bottle of lube, something that had been sitting unused in that drawer for months. Ever since I spent two months trying to convince her to try anal.

I immediately stopped being at all soft. At my current size, that meant I was now pointed straight forward. My wife grinned, reached down, grabbed it like a handle, then used it to lead me to the bed. To be fair, it would have pulled me there all on its own just from the view of her firm behind, but points for making sure. I found, through my haze of distraction, that she handed me the lube at some point. As she climbed up onto the bed on all fours, wiggling her rear at me, I made sure to slather as much of the lube as I could onto my dick and got behind her.

The initial pressure was like I remembered it. Tight to the point I wasn't sure if I was going to get in, especially at my newly enlarged size. Much faster than last time, though, my wife relaxed and I slowly inched my length into her. By the time I was halfway in, she was panting and moaning. This time seemed to be much better for her than last. If anything, she was enjoying it even more than I was. And, given how I was feeling as my hips met her butt, that was saying something. Slowly and carefully, I began to pump myself in and out those exquisitely warm and tight depths, enjoying the unique feeling of it all, but she had other ideas. My wife looked over her shoulder, met my eyes, and quite plainly stated "stop being so gentle. I'm not going to break, and I want to feel it!"