MAGICAL DIMENSIONS by Throne

MAGICAL DIMENSIONS by Throne

Morgana had been putting up with Denny’s grumpiness all week.  Now that it was Friday, she just wanted to go out and have some fun.  Or even stay in and have some fun.  His usual attitude was that, because he was the man, he should make all the decisions for both of them.  This was especially true in the bedroom, due to the fact that what he had between his legs was damned impressive.  A guy who sports seven inches soft and a full twelve when he’s hard, gets used to girls being impressed and giving in to his wishes.  But Morgana had assets of her own.  Not only did she possess the figure of a swimsuit model, but her bust was ginormous.  She too was used to having partners who acceded to her desires.  Moving in together a few months ago might not have been the best idea.  Now, as Denny’s mood darkened further, he fell back on the tactic he always used when he wanted to annoy her.

“So,” he said, straightening himself to his full, rather unimpressive height.  “What are you going to do about it?”  He ran his fingers through his long auburn hair.  “Use your magic powers to make me behave?”

“Denny,” she reminded him, “we agreed that you wouldn’t bring that up again.”

“Oh?  Why not?  Will it get the ghosts angry?”

“I’ve explained that I’m not a necromancer.  I don’t draw my power from communing with the departed.”

“Right.  You did say that.  So do you get your voodoo from the Earth?”

“I’m not a geomancer either,” she corrected, with thinning patience.

“So what are you?  A fake-o-mancer?”

“No, Dennis.”  There was a fire in her eyes that he had never seen before.  “I am an erotomancer.  I draw my powers from sexual energy.”

“Yeah?”  He had on lounge pants, which he now yanked down to the middle of his thighs.  He grabbed his impressive organ and wagged it at her.  “I’ll bet you could cast a lot of spells with the energy in this.”  He laughed.

As if to demonstrate her superiority, she pulled up the front of the belly shirt she had on.  Her massive breasts gave a bounce as they were exposed.  The sexy young woman exuded confidence.  She caught her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, gently massaging them.  Denny’s cock twitched.  Was she making a peace offering?  Inviting him into the bedroom?  He strode up to her, until he was only inches away.  Her breathing had deepened from self-stimulation.  She reached down and took hold of his above average endowment.  He fingers tightened and relaxed several times, easily bringing him to full hardness.  He took a deep breath.  Denny decided that she wanted to make amends by offering him sex.

“That’s my good girl, Morgana.  It’s me who has the magic wand, and I know how much you want it.  So let’s hit the sheets and you can apologize with her lips and tongue.”

Instead of accepting his invitation, she gripped him more tightly.  Her other hand went between her legs.  She murmured words that he couldn’t quite make out.  Denny’s vision dimmed and he felt woozy.  When she stopped speaking, the sensations passed.  He shook his head and blew breath out through pursed lips.

“Is that some new trick you learned?  It felt kind of good.”

She told him, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.  What it made happen, however, might not please you as much.”

Her hand encased his cock and balls at the same time.  That didn’t make any sense.  What he had was way more than a handful.  Morgana gently massaged his three-piece set.  He moaned and involuntarily twitched his hips.  She pulled him along, toward the bedroom, and he was powerless to resist.  When they got there, she opened the closet, to expose the full length mirror that hung on the inside of the door.  Morgana got behind him, with her big boobs pressed against his back, and her arm still reaching around so she could hold his genitals.  When she opened her hand and withdrew it, he got a shock that left him staring, mouth opened, unable to speak.

“What’s the matter, Denny?” she asked playfully.  “Did you lose something?”

Where he should have seen brown pubic hair, there was bald skin.  Instead of a long thick cock, he was gaping at a mere nubbin, the whole thing smaller than the head alone had been before.  He felt around disbelievingly, and found his balls, reduced to the size of dove eggs.

“This isn’t possible,” he insisted in a strained whisper.

“Of course not.  Because magic isn’t real.  So I couldn’t have done that to you.  Maybe you caught a cold and…”  She shrugged her shoulders, making those heavy jugs wobble.  “… sneezed it off?”

“You have to change me back.”

“To do that, I would have to actually have magical powers.  You know.  The abilities you don’t believe in.”

“Okay.  I believe you.  Whatever you want.”  He summoned up some anger.  “Now do it.”

“Oh, Denny.  Do you honestly want to snap at me like that?  If I’m the one who did it, than I’m the only one who can reverse it.”  She held out her hands, to indicate helplessness.  “Rules of magic.  Can’t break them.”

“Just do it.”  He still sounded intense.  Then his voice softened.  “Please.”

“What?  And have you go right back to being a jerk?  The cock of the walk?  I like it better if you don’t have a cock.  With just a tiny sprout, you’ll be a lot easier to live with.”

“Maybe I’ll just walk out on you,” he threatened.

“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass,” she chided.  “But you know, going somewhere else won’t solve your problem.”  She curled the fingers of one hand around the thumb of the other, so only the top poked out.  Morgana wiggled the end of the digit.  Assuming a squeaky voice, she said, “I’m Denny’s baby dick.  Girls don’t like me.  When they see how miniaturized I am, they just laugh.  Oh, noooo.”

He realized she was right.  If he left, no other female would accept him the way he was.  His shoulders sagged.

“Well,” he said, barely audible.  “I’ll give you some time to come to your senses.”

She chuckled.  “Denny, dearest, I did come to my senses.  That’s why I did this.  Because you’ve been so pushy in bed.  And you made fun of my interest in magic.  Now…”  She shook her head with mock sadness.  “… you have a teeny weenie that can get excited but can’t shoot.”  She thrust out her lower lip.  “Poor Denny and his micro-penis.”

The last of his aggression evaporated.  He asked uncertainly, “What do you want?”

“For starters, get naked.  Then we’ll have that visit to the bedroom that you were so eager for.”

He hesitated, but only for a few seconds.  With obvious reluctance, he stripped, while she watched with an amused expression.  Morgana stepped near and put her arms around him.  She gave Denny a hug that smooshed her twin gloves against his now-hairless chest.  He whimpered with need.  When she stepped away, he had an erection.  The problem was that it was only two inches long, and skinny to match.  He glanced down at it miserably, then had to look away.  She took him by the hand, as if he needed to be guided, and tugged him along behind her.  Once they got there, she did a slow sinuous strip that left him panting.  Morgana turned her back, bent forward to put her hands on her knees, and twerked a half dozen times.  He moaned from need.  She turned back around and got her thigh between his legs, rubbing it against his shrunken male parts.

She asked rhetorically, “What’s that I feel?  A ladyfinger cookie?  A mini-shrimp-roll?  Maybe a roll of dimes?  It sure can’t be a prick.  Those are bigger than that.  And they have hair above them.  I used to get my mouth all over that tool, when it was the size of a jumbo wrench.  Now it’s more like something you’d use to do detail work.  I’ll never put my lips around that joke of a pecker.”  She tittered.  “And remember how you used to always say no to eating my pussy?  And how you told me that, with a shaft like yours, it would be silly for you to do down on me?  Now that you aren’t the biggest tool in the box – more like the smallest – you can’t use that excuse anymore.  For you, from now on, it’s pussy-licking time, all the time.”

“But I never….  I can’t… I don’t want to…”  His mouth turned down in a frown so exaggerated that it made her snicker.

The naked girl rubbed herself against him.  She stretched out on the bed, on her back.  Morgana lewdly spread her legs, exposing the narrow pink lips of her vagina, and the light patch of short hair above it.

“Let’s go, licking-boy.  Get busy or get out.  Take that roll of breath mints you’re packing, where your monster manhood used to be, and go find some other girl who will let you into her bed.  One who won’t laugh hysterically at your ‘minor’ problem.”

“I…”  He sniffled.  “I’ll do it.  This time.”

“And every time,” she pointed out.  “Or else I might turn your gherkin from an ‘out’ to an ‘in’.  Would you like that?”

“Noooo,” he said fearfully, as he got onto the foot of the bed, naked, hairless, with his dingle so stiff it hurt.

Making sad noises, he got his tongue on the target and licked up and down.  She gave him a few helpful hints, like about how he needed to suck her clitoris, and then relaxed to enjoy the unfamiliar treat of having her snatch snacked on.  More than once, she told him to slow down.  Over the next hour, she had a trio of noisy wet climaxes.  Then Morgana made him kiss her mound and even rub his nose between her labia.

“Now,” she declared, “you fully charged up my sexual batteries.  That translates into magical energy.  Enough that I can carry out the next part of my plan for you.”  With a note of warning, she added, “Stay right where you are, Denny.”

He was lying on his belly.  His face was still inches from her sexual center.  She spoke a few of those sorceress syllables.  As his eyes stayed on the prize, something began to change.  Her clitoris enlarged.  It pulsed.  Grew longer.  Thickened.  Morgana sighed.  Inch by inch, her morphing organ extended, until it was three, six, nine and finally twelve inches long.  As it went, it added girth too.  The head swelled and grew a ridge.  A slit opened in the end.  Along the shaft, veins appeared.  The magic-user exhaled languorously.

She said, “That felt good.  Thanks for making it possible, lover.  It’s ironic, don’t you think?  Your big stick got turned into an acorn, and my clit mutated into something just like what I took away from you.  I don’t have balls, but you shouldn’t worry.  I can squirt even more cream than you ever could.  I’d tell you how I do it, but that’s a secret.”

Her newly formed, stiff penis rested against his forehead.  She gripped the base, so she could change its angle.  Now the fat knob was against his lips.  He was revulsed.  She was a girl but what she had given herself was totally male.

“You like it?” she asked, sliding it side-to-side against his mouth.  Clear liquid formed from the slit in the end and got all over his lips.

“Get it away from me,” he pleaded.  “I don’t want it touching me.  I’m not gay.”

“No, you’re not.  But we can work on that.  Make you gender fluid, or whatever the correct term is.  Now open up and let’s see how much of my Johnson you can handle.”

He squirmed around, moving himself back.  Morgana made an annoyed huffing sound.

“Please…” he begged.

She muttered some more of those foreign sounding words.  Then she told him, “Prop yourself up on your arms.  And get up here, like we were going to have sex, missionary style.  That’s the way.”  Her prick was caught between them, pressed down by his midsection.  She reached up and got her fingers on his nipples.

“Now this,” she announced, “is what happens to a bad boyfriend who doesn’t use his mouth on his girlfriend’s rod when he’s told to.”

As she toyed with his nibs, he gasped.  It was wildly arousing.  At the same time, something bizarre was happening.  The flesh around the two points was rising, forming round mounds.  She was – NO! – giving him breasts.

“Now,” she offered, “if you don’t want your new tits to end up as big as mine, I’d suggest that you get your lips around that salami I gave myself.  Snap to it, Mister Dinky Dick.”

He sobbed.  His boobs were widening.  He pulled away from her busy fingers and wriggled back down.  As soon as he was off her cock, it popped up.  The thing was huge.  Using his mouth on it was unthinkable.  Still, the alternative was even worse.  He could hide his diminished dick under clothes.  He could conceal the modest breasts she had just given him.  But how would he deal with them if they grew into thrusting knockers, and maybe even reached the exceptional size of Morgana’s own?  He opened his mouth and paused.  Denny understood that, if he continued, something in him would be changed forever.  His lips closed around her, just behind the head.  It pressed down on his tongue.  He gave an experimental suck and was rewarded with Morgana’s approving moan.

She suggested, “Just do all the stuff you liked me to do for you.”

Denny mentally winced.  He had always coaxed her to do more and more, sometimes finishing in her mouth or down her throat, and then selfishly not bothering to take care of her needs.  He ran the tip of his tongue over her pee slit, then circled the wide corona.  Her hips jumped.  He sank his face down, getting several more inches in his mouth.  When the bulb of her cock hit the back of his throat, he gagged.  She intoned some more mystical words and his choking reflex was suddenly gone.  She took hold of his ears and impaled his head on her killer cock, sliding it far down his throat.  One thing her magic couldn’t do was to let him live without oxygen.  He had to get what air he could through his nostril, and then suck in more through his mouth at the end of each long backstroke.  She purred and let go of his ears.  He kept his lips sealed around her thickness and kept giving her pleasure.  Morgana made enthusiastic noises.  She bucked her hips to get him moving faster.  Two minutes later, just when he thought his ordeal couldn’t get any more humiliating, she spurted out a jet of cream.  It was followed by several more, down his throat and then all over the roof of his mouth.  Her spunk puddled under his tongue.  It tasted like he imagined his own semen had, when he blasted it into her mouth.  He swallowed, simultaneously blinking back tears of shame.

“Not bad,” she opined.  “I’m sure you’ll get better with practice.”

He wanted to protest, but he still had several inches of her softening member stuffed into his face.  Against his will, he was wildly horny.  His miserably small dick was flattened against the mattress.  His balls pounded painfully.  All his thoughts centered on getting some relief.  He would go crazy without it.

After she at last let him withdraw, and once he had taken some revivifying breaths, he said, “Please, Morgana.  You have to let me cum.  I can’t stand how much I need it.”

“Like I said before,” she reminded him, “your new compact model pecker isn’t capable of that.  There is one way for you to get what you need, which is with my help.”

“Anything.  I’m so desperate.”

“Get back up here.  Put that war club of yours into my snatch.  Give it to me, stud.”

“Okay.  Thank you.”  He moved back into position.  “I really appreciate this.”  He shoved his diminutive dick against her very wet twat.  “That feels so good.”

“Go get it, tiger.”

He humped against her, barely penetrating the vestibule of her sex.  She wanted to know, “Are you in yet?”

“I’m in,” he confirmed, but there was growing concern in his tone.  “But it’s not working.”

“Sure it is.  You’re getting yourself so worked up you’d do anything to be able to finish.”

“Yes.  Anything.  Help me.  You said you could make it happen.”

“I sure can.  All I need to do is rape your ass, and you’ll go off like a fire hose.”

“What?  NO!  You can’t put that log into me.  Not back there.”

“Aww.  Is my big bossy boyfriend afraid of the cock-zilla?  Too bad.  It’s the only way you can get your rocks off now.  But I won’t force myself on you.  I need to hear you ask for it.  Otherwise, no footlong up your poop chute.”

“I need it so bad.  But I don’t want it.  I’m not some kind of… of…”

“Sissy boy?” she prompted.  “Pillow biter?  It’s your choice.  Invite me to pop your butt cherry, or go to bed so overheated that you won’t be able to think straight, let alone sleep.”  She chortled.  “But I don’t want to unduly influence you.  Just relax.  Try not to think about how good it would feel to empty your balls.  Stop poking at me with that pinky dick, if you want to.  If you can make yourself do it.  Just say no to my anal invader.”

Denny made a terrific effort.  He fought against his urges with every ounce of willpower he could summon.  He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes.  It was sheer torture but he persevered.  His resistance lasted almost but not quite three minutes.

“Okay,” he whimpered.  “Do it.”

“That’s not a very polite way to make your request.  This is an important moment in our relationship, darling.  Now ask me nicely… or else.”

He got as much control over himself as he could manage, which wasn’t much.  “Please, Morgana.  Would you… um… put your cock in me?  Up my ass?  And screw me hard?”  His limited composure began to crumble.  “Make me cum.  Help me to empty my balls.  Please, please, please.”

“I suppose that, since you asked so sweetly, I should be considerate and kind… and shove my nightstick between your smooth hairless buns.  Slam the ham.  Take a ride through the crosstown tunnel, at top speed.”

She got up, her supersize boobs jiggling, and swatted his ass to make him crawl forward.  Once his face was on the pillow, and he was inhaling the scent of her hair, which had been there so recently, she put herself on the mattress behind him.  He got his knees under him.  Morgana gripped the root of her oversized organ and set the end against his tightness.  She was leaking more clear fluid, and there was still saliva and semen smearing the knob, so she was sufficiently lubricated.  He couldn’t see her leering smile as she buried the head in him, stretching his rear-entrance  ring painfully.  He squealed and hugged the pillow.  She laughed as she sank another three inches.  After several more thrusts like that, she was implanted all the way.  For half a minute she stayed still, to savor her triumph and his suffering.  Then she began an in-out motion that made him shudder and whine.  It also started him on the way to gaining release from the pressing needs that now dominated his mind.

“How you doing down there?” she asked joyfully.

“It hurts.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.  Keep going.  I’m getting there.”

“Want me to bang you harder, sweetheart?”

“I… I don’t… you… “  He took a deep breath.  “Yes.  Do it.  Please.  Leave me sore for days.  I don’t care.  Just make me shoot my load.”

She growled and redoubled her efforts.  Pain and pleasure combined until they were indistinguishable from each other.  He whinnied and bucked and threw back his head.  With a wild cry she ejaculated.  He shrieked and shot his wad all over the sheet.  She didn’t slow down until both of them were well milked.  Then she lay down atop him, her softening cock still inside.

He sobbed, “What have I done?  I didn’t want that.”

“Don’t speak too quickly.  The way my spell works, you’re going to crave more of that every day.  If I only give it to you every third day, you’ll be absolutely under my thumb.  When I ask you to slobber all over my rod and gobble it down, you’ll be thrilled for the opportunity, because it might get you your next ass-reaming a bit sooner.  Denny, you’ll be counting the hours between sessions with me.”  She rolled onto her side, letting her flaccid member slip free.  “I’m sure you made a big mess on the bed.  Get  your mouth down there and lick it all up, like a good little wimp.”

He wouldn’t.  There had to be an end to this.  Denny needed to say no.  The indignities had to cease.  He steeled himself.  Then he sagged and did as he was told.  The defeated boyfriend didn’t stop until he had lapped up every drop of his spend.  He already felt the rising need to be used again, to be made to unburden his testicles.  Those organs were small now, but still made powerful demands.  He was beaten.  Addicted to Morgana’s cudgel of a cock.  He had been selfish and was paying for it.  He had mocked her magic and that had gotten his penis dimensions reduced until all he had was a nubbin.  His new breasts grew warm.  Their nipples were stiff all of a sudden.  He wanted her to touch them.

Denny had no dick worth mentioning, and a set of boobs that Morgana could make bigger, any time she pleased.  He wondered what else she might have in mind for him.