Magic Shoppe - Autocurious 2

Although it was posted here in May last year, the original only part to this story was first posted to Tumblr in July 2012. This follow-up story was started in 2014 but I never really worked on it until the middle of August 2024. I’m glad I waited so long. 2014 me would not have told the story that follows. There are six total chapters, five new. The new chapters are much longer than the original story. The first part is linked above. You might want to (re)read it. This is the second part.

“Welcome back to the Magic Shoppe,” the tall, thin man behind the counter announced. “What can I do for you today?”

“I wanted to discuss alternatives to the device you sold me the other day,” the man answered.

“Forget to wash it off first?”

“Well, yes, but the thing is while the device allows me to autofellate....”

“Great Word-of-the-Day kind of word, that is,” interrupted the proprietor. “Well done.”

“Yes, it isn’t very forgiving if one is interrupted. Nor does it allow one to suck ones balls.”

“Oh, you didn’t say anything about wanting access to your balls. Hmm, let me see if I still have one,” he bent down and rummaged around for a moment then looked up at the customer again. “I have two of course, not just one.” He laughed. “Get it, sir?”

The man just stared back at the proprietor blankly.

“Um, right,” he returned to his rummaging and placed a small box on the table.

After a moment the man said, “Perhaps you’ll tell me something about this box you’ve placed here?”

He opened the box. “This is a thin silicon ring that you stretch around your cock and balls. You rub this cream in the black jar on your cock and balls. Once you’ve massaged yourself to full erection, you give the ring a slight tug and your cock and balls detach from their normal location so you can lick and suck on them at your leisure.”

“You make it sound like removing ones cock and balls should be a calming experience?”

“It should be. Nothing to panic about. When you are done you just rub this cream in the white jar on the smooth baby fresh area of skin of your empty crotch and the cock and balls will kind of snap into their proper location when placed there.”

“What's that third cream?”

“This is the deluxe package. You rub the cream in the pink jar on that same patch of new skin and after about five minutes it will have turned into a fully functional vagina, but no uterus.”

The man tilted his head in thought for second before continuing. “And how long can my cock and balls survive detached from my body?”

“As long as you like, after about an hour the cream causes them to become a little harder than usual, almost like a dildo. It also preserves them against the riggers of time.”

“How much this time?”

“$150 or $200 for the deluxe package.”

* * *

The man stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He opened the box he had purchased and reached for the ring. He was already partially erect in anticipation. The ring was not a simple circle. It was two circles, one with a larger radius overlapping the other circle. A small tab stuck out from a part of the circle. He made sure the tab was pointing upward as he maneuvered the ring down his waiting cock. With care he pulled his balls through the wider opening as well. He took the black jar of cream and placed a dollop on the first two fingers of his right hand. The cream was almost as firm as petroleum jelly. He rubbed it onto his cock and found it made for an excellent lubricant. The first thing that surprised was how all of the cream transferred onto his cock. Not a hint of the cream was left on his fingers. He took another dollop and continued to slick down his cock and cover his balls.

Satisfied they were all completely covered, he stroked his cock to a very firm erection. The cream seemed to remain on the surface of his cock and continued to provide excellent lubrication. When he was sure he couldn’t get any harder he stopped. He took the tab between thumb and forefinger and gave a gentle tug. Without a sound, his cock and balls pulled away from his crotch. The silicone ring rolled off the back of his liberated cock and balls. He scrambled to catch the ring with his other hand.

He raised it toward his face and gazed upon his erect cock closely. He rubbed the tip with his other hand and he still felt the jolt of pleasure he would have if they’d still been attached. The cock was hard, firm to the touch but could flex a little. It was far more flexible than most dildos. The balls hung from the cock like they should. Rotating the shaft caused them to be knocked around a little. They felt like his balls. He wanted to know how sucking them felt.

He place one on his tongue and realized all the cream had completely disappeared. He pulled the ball into his mouth and lightly sucked on it. It was heavenly. Women who would suck on his balls were hard to find but this was one of his favorite forms of stimulation. He switched balls after a moment and he could feel them tightening. Pre-cum was leaking from his cock and that surprised him. He put his cock in his mouth and fucked his own mouth until he came. He continued sucking gently at his cock for several minutes but it remained erect in his mouth.

Unconsciously, his other hand strayed to his crotch and found a smooth featureless patch of skin that seemed to lack any pleasure nerves. He noticed the pink jar in the box. He took his cock out of his mouth and lay in on the bed. The fabric running across his cock felt divine. He picked it up again and set it down on his nightstand so that the flat part in the back was face down against the surface of the stand. He smirked at the sight of his cock rising majestically upward from the surface of the nightstand.

With a glance at the clock, he figured he had time to experiment. He took the pink jar with him into the bathroom. The area of his crotch that was smooth and featureless was larger than he thought it would be. It made him glad he had come into the bathroom to do this. He took a dab of the thicker salve onto his finger and spread it on the easy to see area of new flesh: it was totally devoid of hair, unlike the rest of his crotch.

As he rubbed the salve into the blemishless patch of skin. It itched a little. A divot formed vertically. As he continued to rub, pleasure struck his mind. The divot turned into more of a space beneath two folds of skin. At the bottom of the divot a deeper depression formed, like a channel into his abdomen. He pressed a finger against the channel and it felt like he was going to split himself in half. He pressed on and his finger slipped into a shallow hole that had just formed. He pulled it out and tried again, but it remained shallow. He noticed his finger had no more pink salve on it. He grabbed the jar and added some more to his finger. Pushing it into the opening, the hole became deeper. He added more salve and a second finger to make the hole deeper. When he could no go any further, he returned to the bedroom to lie down. He picked up his cock and pressed the tip into the hole.

He had never pushed his cock into a pussy as tight as this one. He added more pink salve and plunged the cock in and out. He ran out of salve just as his balls reached the point where they were pressed up against his crotch.

He could feel the itching sensation still inside him as the channel, or vagina, continue to take form. The man at the magic shoppe had said there wouldn’t be a uterus. But, he could feel something still happening inside him.

He slid the cock slowly out of his pussy and couldn’t resist pushing it back in. Soon, he was fucking himself with no thought of stopping. His breathing was shallow and he could feel a whole body orgasm about to happen as well as his balls straining for release.

When it came, his entire body spasmed. His head flew backwards, his mouth opened and he cried out is ecstasy. His felt his cum fill his new anatomy and the pleasure from that caused a second, whole body orgasm. He ejaculated again and another body orgasm followed.

The bed was soaked where his crotch lay. He pulled the cock out and pushed it into his mouth. It was the easiest way to clean it, he told himself. He liked the taste of his pussy and his cum combined.

His pussy was leaking cum. He didn’t do anything about it. His legs felt like jelly from the multiple orgasms he’d just had. He was sure attempting to stand would land him flat on the floor.

He laughed at a thought, “I should take myself out to dinner before I fuck myself next time.”

Too tired to think, he allowed himself to fall asleep. It was morning when he woke up. He felt sore in his new private parts. It was a good kind of sore, but he wasn’t really interested in going another round now.

He went into the bathroom and placed his cock in the sink. It was much harder now, firm like a proper dildo. He wasn’t surprised about needing to sit to urinate. After his shower, he rinsed his cock dildo off. He was running late and had no time to fool around with reattaching it.

He left it in the bathroom and got dressed. His boxer briefs felt funny since there was nothing in the pouch his cock usually rode within. On the train ride to work, he was able to sit with his legs close together, leaving more room for the woman sitting next to him.

“You’re very considerate,” she said after a few stops had passed.

“What?”

“Not manspreading like that guy.” She indicated a man across the car from them. His left ankle was planted on his right knee giving everyone a good view of his crotch and taking up more than his designated seat.

From his vantage point, he could see the man’s penis. It was large. Larger than the cock sitting in the bathroom of his apartment, for sure. How would that feel in his mouth. Or better still, pushing into his pussy?

“Some people are just born inconsiderate,” he said in response to the woman.

“He probably just likes showing off that third leg of his.”

“Third legs intrigue you?”

“Not when they’re so blatantly on display.”

“Perhaps we could discuss this over coffee sometime.”

“Perhaps.” She took out her phone and snapped a selfie of the two of them. She pushed a bunch of buttons and then handed her phone to him. “Send yourself a copy of the pic and then I’ll have your phone number.”

He took her phone and entered his number and pressed send. “What are you going to name the new contact?”

“Non Spreader. You?”

“Third Leg Curious.”

They chatted a little longer. She got off the train a stop before he did.

Work was weird. Every guy he saw, he wondered how it would feel to be fucked by them. A bigger dilemma was talking to Gregory or Tanner. He’d gone to the gym with them frequently. From the locker room, he knew what they looked like under their clothes. Tanner was hung like a horse. His pussy became a little wet just thinking about that dick fucking him.

It didn’t make sense. He’d never wanted these guys to fuck his ass. He pondered this as one does as they sit in a bathroom stall masturbating. He wondered if the magic shoppe had anything to give him boobs. With a different face, he could meet up with these guys and try to seduce them. He climaxed as those unbidden thoughts rose to supremacy in his mind. Did he really want to be a woman? He didn’t think so.

He pulled his boxer briefs up and thought they looked stupid on him. He left the office for more than just lunch at lunch time. Before getting something to bring back to his desk to eat, he stopped into a women’s clothing store to buy some proper panties. The clerk rolled her eyes when he had no clue how to answer the question, “What size?”

He looked around the store. It was empty except for him and the store clerk. “Can we go to the changing area? The panties are for me.”

“That isn’t as unusual as you might think, Sugar.”

“And I don’t have a penis.”

“That is a smidgen more unusual given you don’t know your size. But, it’s only a smidgen more. Go pick a changing room stall, I’ll bring a couple things back.”

He bought several plain panties as well as a couple nicer looking ones. He wasn’t sure why he bought the latter two pairs. He left wearing one of the lacy ones, the black ones. He liked how they felt.

Shortly after lunch, Gregory was about to pass by when he said, “You know, when I saw you earlier this morning I didn’t say anything. But I was thinking you had the look of a guy who got lucky last night. You’re still a bit too chipper. Who was the lucky woman?”

He turned to look at Gregory and the thought of Gregory ripping his black lacy panties off and doing him over the desk flashed before his eyes. It then lingered for a moment.

“You okay?”

“Sorry. Yeah, um. A bit exhausted. I went out last night and hooked up. Probably never see her again.”

“She was ugly this morning?”

“She was gone this morning as if she never existed. No idea how to call or text her.”

“That sucks. At least, you’ll always have last night, right?”

“Yeah. And I didn’t have to buy her dinner.”

“Up top!” Gregory held his hand up and they high-fived.

The opportunity to slip and tumble into Gregory as part of a failed high-fiving passed. His eyes lingered on Gregory’s ass before he got back to work.

* * *

Before leaving the office, he took a picture of himself with his legs crossed, knee-over-knee, and texted it to Third Leg Curious.

«Busy later?»

«Drinks?» She texted back.

«Sure.»

They exchanged location suggestions and decide to meet in an hour at a bar they both had been to before. He was sitting at the bar when she arrived. He bought her a drink and they moved to a booth.

“I wasn’t sure if you were serious this morning,” he said. “Glad you came.”

“If you hadn’t sent the pic, I might not have. I was a bit too preoccupied this morning to remember your face. You photograph well.”

“You aren’t hard to look at yourself.”

As they exchanged small talk details about their lives, he got the impression she was really into him. He wasn’t sure how to deal with his missing third leg. It was in his apartment. Honesty? He thought. She seemed like a straight shooter.

“You got quiet,” she said.

“Sorry, I was distracted by your hand on my thigh.”

“I could move it.”

“That could be interesting.”

She slid her hand up his thigh and dipped it between his legs.

“Still third leg curious?”

“More than I was a moment ago,” she lowered her voice. “Are you trans?”

“That’s an interesting question as well. Have you ever heard of a store called The Magic Shoppe?”

“Is that the place that’s supposed to actually have magic stuff?”

“Yes.”

“You purchased something there? What was it?”

“I did. It made what you were expecting to find detachable.”

“You could pick it up and put it on a shelf?”

“Or rub it and get me off.”

“That’s a little weird.”

“Perhaps.”

“I bet that makes it easier to keep your legs together.”

“Other than the awkwardness here, leaving it home during work hadn’t been as bad so far as I might have thought before actually doing it.”

“No urinals?”

“Yeah, no urinals.”

“Anything else?”

“Is the tall, blond dude at the bar as hot as I think he is?”

“Oh, my, good eye,” she said. “So, you’re bi.”

“I wasn’t a week ago.”

“Losing your penis makes you attracted to guys?”

“I don’t understand it either. I think the guy at the Magic Shoppe is having fun with me.”

“You did ask him if he had a way to remove your dick. Hold on. What’s down there now?”

“Something that I presume is similar to what you have between your legs.”

“You traded your dick for a vag?”

“Louder I don’t think the bartender heard you.”

“Sorry. This is amazing.”

He sighed. “The vag wasn’t the initial plan.”

“What was?”

“You’ll laugh.”

“That’s why I asked. C’mon, you’ve gone this far. Telling me one more secret won’t kill you.”

“I like blowjobs.”

“All guys do.”

“I was curious about giving one but didn’t want to suck some other guy’s cock.”

She laughed. “Not sorry. That’s amazing. But, you need some help. That guy you pointed out at the bar is looking my way and since you look like a guy, you aren’t wingman material.”

“You want me to tell him you’re interested.”

“Really?”

“Only if you dish every detail about how he looks under his clothes later.”

She laughed. “Deal. Maybe you are wingman material.”

He finished his drink and said goodbye. As he left, he stopped at the bar and said to the handsome man, “Just so you know. She’s an old friend. And she’s into you. We’ve never dated. Buy her a drink.”

“Really? Thanks.”

He stopped in the bathroom before leaving. When he was ready to leave, the blond man was sitting where he had been talking to her.

As he masturbated that night, sometimes she was fucking him with his own cock. Sometimes the blond man was fucking both of them.

* * *

A few days later, after work, there was a man in the lobby of his apartment building waiting to board the elevator. They had not met before. When they both got off on the same floor, they shared a laugh. “Do you live here?”

“604. I moved in last week.”

“I’m across the hall. 605,” he said. He wanted to get away quickly as he thought the man was hot. Even hotter than the man from the bar a few nights ago.

“Great to meet you. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

As he repeated his now nightly ritual of self-pleasuring, he found himself fantasizing about his new neighbor far more so than Gregory or Tanner from work or the random blond man from the bar.

As much as he was enjoying masturbating with his own dick and pussy in various combinations, he wanted more. On the ride home from work the next night, he stopped at a familiar shoppe.