Sentenced

"Well, yeah.  I really don't want to spend the rest of my term in jail.  Work detail sounds a lot better.", I said to the corrections officer.

I was turning 18 and so it was time for release from juvenile corrections and finish my sentence.  Because my "crimes" weren't very serious, I was offered an alternative to jail.  And instead of a five year stint in jail, I could serve one and a half in an Alaskan weather station.  I would be sent there with another low level detainee, a guy I knew, but dind't know well.  He was from Lousiana, I thought, played high school football until he got caught driving a stolen car.  I would have taken the offer even if it didn't reduce the time.  I hated the corrections facility.  Your time was micromanaged, but most of the other detainees were maniacs.  There were gangs that would bully the small guys or who weren't in another gang, which was me.  And even though I was on the small size, at least for height, and no matter how much I worked out, I never really got any muscle definition, I still knew how to stick up for myself, so the bullying stopped soon after it started.

Because no one at the detention facility had any possessions, there was no packing and we were both put on a train and sent on our way.  The ride up was uneventful and boring.  There were several other lucky ones on the train who were being fropped off at different stops.  Ours was the last one. We were still technically prisoners, so we weren't even allowed to step off the train during the few times we stopped.  We had to stay in our car or in the closet sized lavatory, all the time watched by guards.  This was just the beginning of our time locked up together, so we got to know each other.  I felt I had lucked out.  Things could have been much worse.  I wasn't a big guy, an ordinary white guy, 5'8" on a good day.  I worked out, but never really bulked up and wasn't really macho, but I wasn't a scrawny wimp, either.  Spending time in juvenile detention will toughen you up quick and teach you to defend yourself.  But I felt lucky at the time.  Even though Marcus was a big, muscular black guy, he didn't seem like the type who liked to bully smaller guys.  He was actually pretty nice, and he was as glad as I was to have a chance to shorten his sentence and get back to freedom as soon as possible. 

The train arrived and then we travelled by truck for about eight hours to our destination, the place we'd be spending the next year and half.  It was a weather station.  No style at all, just a cinder block building with a couple of small windows that were pretty much useless because they were covered in snow.  The guards who drove us there escorted us inside where we met the guys we were replacing.  They explained our duties to us: copy the measurements on the weather equipment they showed to us every day at noon.  Pretty simple.  But if we missed even one day, the deal was off and we'd have to serve our full sented. Should take all of ten minutes. "What's the point", I asked. "Seems like you could have electronic equipment do that for a lot less than it costs to house two people here".  "That's true", one of the guys leaving said, "but they use this place as a way to handle the overflow at the prisons.  The government subsidizes it or some shit.  The real challenge of this place is keeping yourselves from going crazy.  You've got to keep yourselves busy and occupied, or you'll go nuts.  Keep the doorway clear of snow or you won't be able to get the monthly supply deliveries.  They get dropped in by drone or by plane.  And that's only if the weather is good".  I wasn't sure that they'd done such a great job at that based on their appearance.  They both had long beards and the way their hair stuck out from under their hats suggested that they hadn't had a haircut since they got here.  And that was all the instructions they gave to us.  The two picked up a small bag each and went to the truck.  The guards didn't need to escort or even watch them.  They were ready to go home and weren't about to do anything to mess that up.  The guard shut the door and as the sound of the truck got quieter, that was it.  We were there for the duration.

And it was BORING.  Recording the measurements was easy but it barely broke up the monotony of each day.  There wasn't much in the place to help kill the time, a deck of cards, a few magazines, the clothes left behind for the people who would take turns staying there, mostly male clothes, work pants and tshirts and a few for women, the same thing but a couple pairs of bland panties and a couple bras of various sizes.  After just a couple of days, it felt almost like what solitary must feel like. You can only play so many games of cards and read the same magazines so many times.

The place was heated by a mixture of solar power and a large propane tank.  The interior was kept very warm to hold out the cold and keep the water in the pipes from freezing, so most of the time, we wore shorts.  I didn't mind.  I like the hot a lot more than I like cold.  The lights were on timers, which helped us know the difference between night and day, but even at night, a couple of lights stayed on, so it never got completely dark.  Darkeness would have been welcomed, because there was no privacy at all.  The place was small with two twin sized beds, a chair, a desk and an open shower stall and toilet. Even during our first day there I wondered how I would be able to get a few minutes to myself to jack off.  I hadn't pulled one off since we got off the train and I really needed some relief. That was another reason I was glad that Marcus was cool.  In lock up, it was pretty common for the big black guys to pick on us small white guys and make us their bitches.  It never happened to me, but since there were no guards and he was so much bigger and stronger than I was, if he had wanted to, there wouldn't have been much I could have done about it.

And I was doubley glad when I saw Marcus take his shower.  I wasn't checking him out or anything, but there was no way to not notice.  Not only was he big and built, he was hung like a mule. I didn't mean to, but I did a double take when I saw it.  At first I thought he had a third arm or something, but it was almost that big.  Luckily, he was washing and didn't see me looking at him.  I didn't want to give him the idea that I was into that kind of thing.  When it was my turn to shower, I did see him glance at me, but he didn't react or act like anything was out of the ordinary.  I suppose he had seen enough naked men when he was in the system the same as I had.  And it's not like there was anything to notice.  I was a smaller than average guy and my dick was nothing special.  At the time, it was probably a three incher when soft and maybe five to six inches long when hard.  When soft, his was bigger than mine was when fully erect.  But nothing happened and we soon got so used to seeing each other naked that it seemed normal.

Days and days went by. It was tough to not let the bordom get to us.  Marcus had started carfully shaving his head every day.  It was just something to occupy the time.  I thought about cutting my hair.  I had had my head shaved once and I hated it, so instead, I just let it grow.  After a few weeks, it was long enough to pull up into pony tail.  I would let it go until I could pull it up into a "mun".  I looked better with long hair and maybe when I got out I could get it styled in a way the ladies would like. 

We learned all about each other, since there was nothing to do but talk.  He had an interesting background.  He grew up in :ouisiana, and I liked all the stories he had of his "grandpapa".  Marcus thought it was funny how his grandpapa thought he was a bigshot voodoo priest who knew all kinds of secrets, but mostly just told ghost stories to his grankids before he died.  We got to know each other and soon became comfortable around each other.  Being in corrections, you get used to doing things like using the toilet with other people around, but it never really feels normal.  It wasn't long before the akwardness went away. 

But you can't keep men locked up with nothing to do and expect them to not masterbate.  Being 18 and having nothing to do, it wasn't uncommon for each of us to get off four or five times a day.  And since there was no way to even pretend to have privacy, we just found other things to do when the other had to squeeze one off.  I tried not to look, but when he was getting off, I would sometimes try to sneak a peek.  It wasn't that it turned me on, but I had just never seen one that big and when it was hard, it was really big.  I don't think he ever noticed me catching a glance, but one time I was sitting at the desk reading a magazine for the hundreth time and I felt a splash of jiz hit me on the foot.  He was least four feet away at the time.  It must have been one hell of a blast to travel that far.  I pretended I didn't notice.

"Damn I sure do miss women" he said as he finished up. "Yeah, me too", I replied.  I had made it a habit of doing my jacking off in the shower or at night under a blanket so that I could at least face away from him.  I don't think he gave a damn about the size of my manhood, but I didn't want him to see anyway.  It made the cleaning up easier, too. "Too bad we can't request some from the monthly supply drops". 

"Heh, heh". He said.  "Yeah that would be great.  I can only stroke it to the pictures in these magazines so many times before they get boring.  I sure could go for the real thing".

"Yes, but there's not much chance of that happening.  Unless some wandering eskimo stops by".  We laughed.

 "you know, when I was a kid in Lousiana, my grandpapa would tell me stories about him and the other voodoo priests and how they would cast spells to get what they wanted.  He meant it mostly as a warning to respect my elders, but a few times I saw him trying it and heard the words he used.  Basically, he took pieces of what he wanted and burned them while chanting.  Like, if he wanted money, he would burn a couple dollar bills while saying the "spell".

"OK, but I don't see how that helps us.  We don't have women to burn, and if we did have one, we wouldn't want to burn her up, we'd fuck her".

"Naw, not like that.  If we want women, we would use woman type things.  What do you think? Want to give it a try"?

"Um, did it ever work for your granddad"?

"No, but what else we got to do"?

"I guess you're right.  How do we do it"?

"Well, let's see what we got.  We could use one of those bras and panties. And we need something else. Something organic. I think grandpapa said something about you got to have something living.  What do we have like that"?

"Well, we'd want a couple of women, and we'd want to fuck them.  How about some pubes"?

"Good idea. And how about your hair"?

"My hair"?

"Yeah, you got long hair, at least as long as some womens'"

"Oh, ok."

I undid my hair.  It was now almost shoulder length, and I took our one pair of scissors and cut out a few strands.  We snipped our pubes and added them to the pile of things on an old pie tin. Then Marcus took a can of lighter fluid and gave the pile a short spray.  He added a few emegency candle around the setup and lit them.  It was a good effect, made it seem more "real". 

"This would have a better chance of working if we had all the right ingredients.  Like something from a real woman", he said.

"Yeah, but we don't.  And who cares anyway.  It's not like this anything is going to happen anyway.  But I want to see how you all did things down in the bayou.  Go ahead and do it", I said.

He ignited the pile and started saying "the spell" which was basically chanting a series of sounds.  I wish I could remember them, but I can't.  While it was happening, I swear the building lights dimmed.  I looked from the burning pile to Marcus chanting, back and forth.  He went on for a while and almosted seemed to be in a trance.  I don't know if it was real or just for show.  And then it ended.  The fire burnt out and Marcus stopped chanting.  I looked at the one and only door half expecting a knock.  There was no knock.

"Well, that's it", he said.

"Well, that was fun", I replied.

We cleaned up and it was about dinner time.  We each made our "meals", of the pre-packaged prison food the same way we had done for the last few weeks, re-read the magazines or book and went to sleep.  I was going to my normal jacking off before sleep, but that night, I felt a little sick and very tired.  And I figured it didn't matter because I could just pull it off the next morning, like normal.

The next morning wasn't normal.  I was having a fever.  It was one of those where nothing seems real and you can't tell if your dreaming or not.  Macrus noticed I was waking up, he sat down on the edge of my bed, and when he saw my eyes open, he offered me a bottle of water with a straw in it.

"Drink this", he said.

I did and I was very thirsty. I went back to sleep.  When I woke, I felt refreshed and good.  Marcus had just gotten out of the shower and he had some scrambled eggs and orange juice ready for me.

"Here.  You have to eat something". he said.

"OK", I said.  I was super hungry but didn't understand the ugency. "What's the big deal", I asked.  My voice sounded kind of funny, but at the time I didn't think anything of it.  I had just had a fever and slept a long time.

"You've been out for three days", Marcus told me.

"Three days"!? "No wonder I'm so fucking hungry". I sat up to eat. When I looked down at my plate, something didn't look right.  My normally flat and smooth chest was not so flat.  I looked at the hands holding the plate and fork.  They didn't look like my hands, they were smaller and thinner.  I paused.  I put the breakfact on my lap and felt my face.  It didn't feel the same either.  If I had been asleep for three days, I should have the start of a beard going, but I didn't.  My face was as smooth as if it had just been shaved.  Smoother.

I tried to get up to look at myself in the 3X5 wall mirror by the sink across from the toilet.  I couldn't stand at first.  I was too weak from the fever and from not eating. I finally was able to stand.  I looked down and the shape of my chest was still as wierd as when I was sitting. I went to the mirror and things just got stranger. I had gone to bed in nothing but my pair of shorts, so I could see that not only was there no hair on my face, there was only a little fine hair on my legs or even my arms.  I wasn't hairy before, but now there looked like there was none. For a second, I thought that maybe Marcus had shaved me while I was in my fever sleep, but that didn't seem like something he would do, and why would he shave my legs and arms anyway? And even if he did, it wouldn't explain why my shorts were so tight across my hips and loose at my waist! or why I was shorter! or why I was thinner! or why I had tits! they had to be b cups at least! or why my face looked different! My round face had thinned a bit, but what was so shocking was that it was so feminine.  I looked like what a sister might look like, if I had one. The shock probably exaggerated what I thought I saw.  I probably actually looked like an androdgeous man, but I still freaked out.

"What the fuck!  What the FUCK!?" I yelled.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registered that my voice was different too, higher and softer, even at full volume. I started flailing around in a panic.

"Calm down.  Try to calm down", Marcus said, grabbing each of my flailing arms.  His grip was so strong and tight that even though I wanted to, I couldn't move my arms.  He held each of my wrists up at his shoulders. As I tried to escape his grip, the rest of my body squirmed and wiggled trying to get away.  Still holding my wrists, he walked me the few steps across the room and against the wall.  Realizing that I wasn't going anywhere, I soon aquiessed and stayed still.

"OK, take a breath", he said, and I did.  We stayed like that for a minute as I calmed down. He released my left arm.

"What the fuck is going on !?", I asked. "What happened to me !?"

With one arm free, I let it inspect and verify what I saw in the mirror on the other side of the room. I tried to look again, but could only see the back side of Marcus, with only a towel wrapped around him, and the top of my head looking around him.  Yes, I  was defititely smaller than before.  Normally, I should be almost be eye to eye with Marcus.  Now I was looking straight at his nose. Forgetting the mirror for the moment and standing straight again, I let my free hand check things out.  I went to my chest and gave it a squeeze.  OH! I probably shouldn't have done that !  It was a tit, all right. And it gave me a double thrill !  One was, feeling a tit, which I hadn't done in over a year, but the other was having my own tit squeezed which was a total turn on and that I never knew existed, never having had tits before!

I could feel myself get hard immediately.  I tried to stick my hand down my shorts.  The waist band was loose because my waist was smaller, but my now wide hips, or maybe my big ass, as I would soon discover, stretched out the material and made it too tight to get my hand in there.  But oh shit, was I ever horny.  So I used my hand to push the shorts down so I could get at my dick.  I had to wiggle my hips to get the shorts off and as I looked down to help me see what I was doing, I could see Marcus start to bulge out the towel in response to either my wiggling, my new tits or both.  I paused, afraid of where this might go, but my shorts came down and my hand found my dick at the same time, and I no longer cared.  I just had to get off.

I grabbed my dick, but there wasn't quite as much there as there used to be.  I had to hold out my pinky finger so that I could grip around the head.  I never had to do that before ! I moaned a little and looked up.  Marcus took up my entire field of vision.  I must have looked sexy too because he took his hand and grabbed my new tit while the hand that still held my wrist lowered and guided my hand to the huge bulge pushing against his towel.

I had never touched another man's cock before, but whatever was happening to me made me not really care so much.  He was squeezing my tit, which gave me emense pleasure. If he wanted a little pleasure in return, well then, sure. Once I had a grip on his huge cock he let go of my wrist and once he saw that I was lost in pleasure, he let the towel fall to the floor.

It was even bigger than I remembered.  And it wasn't just because I had gotten smaller, his cock had definitely gotten even bigger.  I couldn't fit my hand around it. He thrust it once to get things going and I instictively began stroking it.  I tried to match the rythm of my own jacking, but I couldn't.  I jerked mine three or four times for every one I stroked him.  He then used his other hand to grab my other tit.  It sent me to the edge.  I was orgasming or on the verge, but I couldn't cum. I wanted to so badly.

Not knowing what else to do, I took my dick and put it on top of his and grabbed both with both hands.  Looking down, it looked so strange, my smaller but very hard white dick on top of his huge, wide black one.  It was like if you put two fingers on your forearm. I stroked both back and forth.  His squeezing of my tits was driving me crazy. He began pushing forward.  His cockhead forced its way past my balls, which I thought was going to make me cum, but didn't.  He had to squat down a little to do this manuver, but soon had his cock between my legs. I was sure what he wanted.  I pushed my thighs together to put a squeeze on his cock.  It felt so good.  I began moving back and forth on it.  I let go of my dick and reached around and grabbed his muscular ass.  He thrust back and I felt his cock get bigger and harder and start twitching between my thighs.  He buried his head in my neck and continued to squeez my tits.  As I felt his cum shoot up my ass crack, my own dick exploded and shot the biggest load maybe ever from me, onto and into his bush.

We both came down from our orgasms slowly and separated.  His cock was still hard and oozing cum.  I had gone half hard and was deflating, dripping drops of cum.  I was standing in a puddle of jizz and there was a stream of it from my ass to my knees.  We looked at each other uncomfortably.

"Sorry", he said.  "I just had to....." 

 "It's ok", I replied. " I needed to, too".

I felt so much better, but also very sleepy.

"What happened? Is this because of the spell !?  What the hell is this?", I asked waving my arms down my body, displaying the changes.

" I don't know.  Maybe", Marcus replied. His cock had begun to sag, but when I displayed my body, I noticed it began to stiffen again.

 "Maybe you should put some clothes on", he said, obviously uncomfortable with how I was turning him on.

I went to put on a pair of my jeans.  I was definitely not the wide somewhat boy I was before.  My jeans were very loose across the hips, but tight in around the ass.  They were too loose, so I switched back to shorts, even though it exposed my smooth girl looking legs.  By the time I sat on my bed, I was ready for sleep, like if I had drank too much.

 I don't think I slept that long.  When I woke up, Marcus was sitting on his bed, looking at me.  I got up and immediately went to the mirror to see if it was all a dream.  It wasn't.  Nothing had seemed to change.  I still looked feminine and my tits were obvious beneath my tshirt. I was sure that I had become a little shorter.  I turned back to Marcus.

"Well, it looks like the spell sort of worked", he said a little apologetically. 

"Yeah, well make it un-work", I replied, "change me back"!

"I don't know how", he said, "I really didn't expect anything to happen, and certainly not this"!

He tried to give me as much privacy as he could in that small place, which basically meant he sat at the desk with his back to me while I went to the mirror and inspected myself.  First I was just in a panic, but after a while, I began to calm myself and tried to think rationally.  I couldn't explain to myself how this really happened, but it was now undeniable that it did happen. Now I had to try to figure out how to reverse it.  But as I checked out my new body, I sarted to have some unwanted and unexpected reactions.  As I looked down at my tits and twisted around to see my new, larger and rounder ass, I started to get turned on. "Well, at least I'm still turned on by looking at tits and ass, too bad they're mine", I thought to myself.  This was akward.  I needed to talk to Marcus about trying to change me back, but I was getting stiff.  I went and sat down on my bed.

"Marcus"?

He turned around.

"What are we going to do"? I asked, "I can't stay like this".

"I can't explain it", he said "the spell never worked before.  Hey are you bleeding"? He was looking at my legs.  I looked down.  There was a small wet spot soaking through the gray of my shorts.  It wasn't blood.  It was precum.  I was so embarrassed.

"No, I'm not bleeding.  Would you mind sitting at the desk again", I asked.

"Uh, sure, OK", he replied.

I got up and went to the shower stall.  I pulled down the shorts and looked down at my raging boner.  Seeing it between my tits was a huge turn on. I thought I'd better have a quick one and get some relief, just so that I could think straight.  I jacked and tugged and got the the verge of cumming, but I couldn't quite get there.

 "You OK over there", I heard Marcus' voice bounce back to me from the far wall.

"Uh, yeah, just give me a minute", I replied.

After a couple minutes, I felt Marcus walk up behind me.

"Do you need some help with that"? he asked.

I was so embarrassed, I must have turned eight shades of red. 

"It's OK. You need it.  I can help you". He reached around and held my dick.  He waited a moment to make sure I was ok with it and then began to stroke it.  His hand was so big that if he used three fingers, the head was completely covered. It felt so good and when he squeezed my left tit with his other hand, I came.  When I came down, I could feel his buldge pressing against my ass. I knew I wasn't ready for that, so I turned around.

When I did, I could see his semi hard cock working to pull its massive weight against gravity.

"Did I do that to you"? I asked.  He just nodded.

"Then I guess its my turn to help you".  I motioned to his bed.  It felt like I owned him.

He sat and I sat next to him and looked down at his slowly growing cock.  I had never really had a chance to check it out and really look at it.  It was kind of facinating.  I was so used to seeing my own that this one appeared very different.  It was so dark and vieny. And it was just so big.  With one hand I lifted it from the underside.  It was so warm too. He wasn't hurrying me, so I took my time and gave it a gentle squeeze and very slowly stroked the shaft.  It grew in my hand and got straighter. He still showed no signes of being ready to cum, so I took it further and let my strokes go up to the huge head.  It stiffened even more and Marcus leaned back a little.  I could tell that he was getting great pleasure from this, but still no "I'm coming" or any other sign that I was getting the job done.  Meanwhile, my own much smaller dick was getting hard again.  I thought to myself that there was no way I should be getting hard again so soon after cumming, but it was stiffening up all the same. Think that maybe I just wasn't covering enough cock, I added my other hand to my task. With both hands stroking his huge cock up and down, it was hard to balance. It seemed weird being so close to a naked man, but if I wanted to get this done, I knew I couldn't split my concentration between repayment of a hand job and balancing, so I leaned over across Marcus' lap and used an elbow on the bed to stabalize myself. This also gave me the opportunity to jack him with one hand and use the other to fondle his balls.  They too were big and I thought even bigger than before, almost as big as two tennis balls. That seemed to help because a big drop of precum the size of a dose of toothpaste emerged from the big pee hole at the tip of his cock.  Knowing from my own experience how this could help, I took a finger and smeared it all over his cockhead and switched to jacking the the base of the head.  It stiffened and throbbed. Marcus grabbed one of my ass cheeks and blasted shot after shot into the air.  I didn't know how high it went, but it was out of my range of vision as I looked down at the throbbing and spurting cock, so I knew it was impressive.  I could also tell that it went high because of the time between when it shot out and when it came back down and landed on the back of my head.  Other spurts landed on his thighs and the last of it oozed back onto my hands until it looked like I had held and icecream cone until it melted. He might have said things or groaned while this was happening, but I was so entranced with watching this huge cock cum, I didn't notice. At the time I wondered why I didn't feel more akward.  I had never given anyone a handjob before and here I was with a cock so big I couldn't wrap my hand entirely around it, dripping cum onto me.  Of course, my hands were smaller than they should have been, but I doubted that even my normal hands could have wrapped around it entirely when it was fully hard. And I had to admit, it was kind of fun seeing it go from semihard to hard to cumming to slowly, very slowly going from hard to soft.  Marcus didn't say or do anything to stop me, so I just gently stroked and squeezed it as it softened until it was flaccid.  Still huge, but flaccid.

Those first few days were probably the strangest, even though stranger days were to come. When I put on a pair of my jeans, there was no way to deny that I was much smaller than before.  

I thought that somehow the spell had moved and ajusted my body to take away muscle and size and rearrange it to a boyish, but definitely feminine form, with a more delicate face, a smaller waist and bigger butt, and small but obvious tits, all hairless.

But some things didn't change.  We were still two eighteen year olds.  Plus by that time we had a regular jack off schedule, so not long after we finished our first mutual masterbation, the urge hit again.  Before the change, I don't think we even normally looked toward each other.  But now I looked like a girl. I wanted to look at myself because even though I wanted to get changed back, I hadn't seen a woman in a long time, either and the closest thing to a girl that I had to look at was me. I was looking at myself in the mirror with a hand down my pants.  There was enough room in my jeans now that I could jack off without taking them off. I looked past my reflection and saw Marcus behind me on his bed and he was looking at me too, with his big semi hard cock in his hand.

I thought about it for a while, and then I thought "Why not"?  We'd already done it before.  It felt really good.  No one could see us. I kind of liked it. Was there really anything else interesting or fun to do?  I turned around and looked back at Marcus. I took off my shirt, letting him see my tits.  I undid my hair and let it fall down.  It seemed to have grown as part of the transformation too.

"Marcus, you have to change me back", I said. "But first, if you want to, could we do what we did before again"?

He didn't say anything, but moved over to the head of the bed and signalling for me to sit down next to him.  At the first step toward him, I had an idea. Since we were going to do this, I might as well get as much out of it as I can. I undid my pants and let them fall. Stepping out of them, I took two more steps toward Marcus and stood in front of him, my boner pointing at him.

He reached up and wrapped his hand around my hardon. His big hand made my dick look even samller. I was kind of hoping for a blowjob.  Instead, with that one hand holding me by the dick, he guided my plumper ass to the bed next to him. He looked at me with a look like "Well?  What are you waiting for"?.  "Oh"! I said and took hold of his cock, replacing his hand. We sat next to each other, him tugging at my dick, and not really very well, either.  Maybe he wasn't really into it and was just doing it as a fair trade to have this girly looking guy give him a good handjob, or maybe he just wasn't used to jacking a dick that size. He sat with his back to the wall and leaned back a little onto a pillow.  To get at him, I had to twist around.  It felt so good.  But after a while, I had to switch hands because one would get tired.  Then I had to switch back.  I tried the pre-cum lube method and he seemed to like that.  I was starting to get a little impatient about him reaching orgasm.  I turned a little more toward him, so that he could get at my other tit, if he wanted to grope the other one or both.  Even though I really wanted them gone, have tits squished and groped felt so good.  I was getting tired and sore sitting in that twisted posistion, so I laid down on the bed and leaned my torso across him holding myself up on an elbow. I placed that hand around the based of Marcus' cock and used the other to jack it.  I was using a pretty good pace now, trying to get him to cum.  He reached down and over me to grab a tit, then it slid down to my waist and hips.  I leaned over so he could grab my dick. He tugged it for a while. I was now face to face with that huge cock, my body taking in pleasure.  I could smell it.  It smelled strange.  I looked at it as I stroked. I looked down at his big pair of balls. The whole thing was big, throbbing and hot, but didn't seem to be heading toward orgasm.  I knew what would do it, but wasn't sure I could bring myself to do it.  Would it be going too far? Would I regret it later? I had a million questions going through my head as I looked down at this big one-eyed monster looking back up at me.  My decision was made for me. Marcus took his free hand and put it on the back of my head. I don't think he even pushed.  I let the weight of it lower my head and without a word, I opened my mouth and let him lower my head onto his cock.  

I had had this done to me twice before, so I knew how good it felt.  I felt weird about it, but I rationalized it.  Doing this would result in me getting serviced.  It also felt like I was getting away with something.  It felt kind of like getting a girl to agree to go to bed with you, but different.  After a few trips up and down his cock, I lifted up and looked down at it.  I thought about what would feel best to him.  I took the cock in one hand and cupped his balls with the other.  I went back to sucking.  I sucked on the up and down strokes. I switched to only on the up, then only on the down. His hand that had been fondling a tit moved down to my hips. "Oh good.  Get back to my dick", I thought.  But instead he grabbed my ass cheeck.  That sent a thrill through me and I increased my efforts.  A few minutes later, I think, his hand left my ass for a moment, but then retrurned with a spit covered finger poking at my butthole.  I was shocked.  I tried to pull my head up to protest, but his hand returned to the back of my head.  He started moving my head up and down slowly, like a slow motion basketball dribble.  His finger pushed past my bunghole and started moving around.  Well, that was different.  I had avoided being molested and I had never even thought about doing it to myself, not even in my most perverted mood.  I never imagined it would feel as good as it did.  It wasn't like having my dick sucked, but it certainly had a pleasurable effect.  A little too pleasureable.  Having Marcus' hand guiding me on his cock, I felt so dirty and perverted.  I blamed it on the transformation (thinking about the tranformation was enough to get me horny without even being touched) so I just went with it and let the pleasure happen. But with a big cock in my mouth and a finger up my ass, it was too much.  Marcus wiggled his finger further up my butt and that made me cum hard.  And that made me moan. My moan, with his cock shoved into my mouth, set off Marcus and he sent a blast of cum down my throat.  It felt like having a squirt gun being shot to the back of my mouth.  Then another that did the same thing. My orgasm came and went.  Then Marcus let loose with another load.  This one filled my mouth.  It was so weird, all slimy and funny tasting. It had to go somewhere.  Marcus' hand was still holding down my head. I had already swallowed two blasts so what difference would one more do? When Marcus removed his hand, I sat back up.  My mouth felt weird. I was salivating. I had to swallow a couple of times.  Marcus looked down at my crotch and saw that I had my own cum on my dick and thighs.

We did the same thing again before deciding that we might as well go to sleep.  Luckily, he didn't signal me over to get in the same bed.  It would have felt weird being so close when the purpose of being close wasn't just to get each other off. That night, I thought the transformation was done.

The next morning I realized it wasn't.  I woke first and when I looked down, my chest looked much bigger.  I looked over toward Marcus to see if he was still asleep.  The lights were still dim, but he seemed to be sleeping.  I lifted my blanket and looked down.  Yes, they were definitly bigger.  Seeing them, my dick got hard maybe faster than it ever had before. I grabbed my tits.  A healthy C cup at least, I thought as I squeezed them. Marcus woke up. I wasn't paying attention to him, I was grabbing these new, bigger tits and it was wonderful, but then I herd him put his feet on the bed and sit up.  Startled, I put my arms on top of the blanket at my sides.  I'm not sure whether he noticed that I had bigger tits, but I was obviously pitching a tent, even if it wasn't that high.

"Mornin'", he mumbled and looked at me, still half asleep and just waking up. He did a double take at me and saw the little tee pee. He stood up.  He had morning wood and it even looked bigger than the day before.  Walking toward me with the big thing swinging in front of him, he looked confused. He came over to me and grabbed hold of the top of my blanket.  I tried to keep it up to my neck, but he just pulled them all down at stared at my new big tits.  He didn't say anything but then looked from the tits up to my face. I'm not sure what he saw.  I felt embarrased. It was weird before, but the bigger tits made me feel girly which was both thrilling, scary but super embarrassing too. He seemed to take my look to mean something. Apparently and invitation, because he got onto the bed, kneeling over me with a shin over each of my arms.  I was pinned.  He put his morning boner down on my chest and pushed my tits around it, moving it back and forth.  "Hey"! I protested. He just smiled and thrusted further, pushing his cock head against my lips. Then he pulled back a little and went back to jacking his cock with my tits. "But I....." I said.  He pushed foward again and this time pushed it into my mouth. He left it there watching for my reaction.  I didn't do anything, so he began pushing it into my mouth. I didn't know what to do, so I just let it happen.  I tried to wiggle, but I was pretty well trapped.  He went back to humping my tits.  Even if I wanted to, I wasn't going anywhere. My arms were pinned under Marcus. Too bad for him, too, because I was so horny, I would have pushed my tits together for him to give him a tit fuck. I tried to grab my dick, but it was out of reach. I threw the blanket down to my feet and tried to lift it up toward myself but still couldn't reach it.  So it just stayed there unsatisfied and sticking up into the air.

Marcus was enjoying my tits.  He kept looking at his big black dick sliding between them and then to my face.  After a while,

"You mind if I finish", he asked.

I had just finished shaking my head "no" and got out "Just let me", when his first blast caught me square in the face.  I gasped. So that was what it looked like. The cum started oozing into my open mouth as a second blast covered my eyes.  So I felt, but didn't see the last of Marcus' orgasm go onto my tits as he jacked the last of his cum onto me. I wanted to get it off my eyelids so I could see what was happening, but he was still on my arms. He sat back freeing my arms, but as I tried to bring them up to wipe my eyes, he sat back on my thighs. Then something strange happened.  When he sat back, his big balls covered my dick. They just about covered it, but as he lowered himself, his sack pulled down on the head of my dick. His balls were on either side of it.  It was like I was titfucking his balls.  The tought of that with the sack pulling down on my dick sent me over the edge and I came right onto his balls.  My eyes were still closed, so I didn't see if he watched me cum.

After I came down from my orgasm, I wiped my eyes.  I used the blanket to get it all off and when I opened my eyes, Marcus was looking down at me, his softening dick laying across my thighs, my own now smothered and covered beneath his. 

"What is going on"! I said looking down at the situation.   We both knew what I meant.  My transformation had started again or took a big leap or something.

Marcus just looked at me with a "I dunno" look.

The next couple weeks were full of that type of fun.  We talked about how to turn me back, but because thinking about the transformation made me horny, and since I looked more like a girl at that point (I was probably passable.  If anyone in the outside world saw me, they would almost certainly think I was a girl), the talks almost always turned into us jacking each other off, me giving a blowjob,

or him titfucking me.

I always came, but it was soon only when he put his dick on mine or fingered my butthole or fondled my tits.

Then one night I woke because I heard Marcus getting up.  The lights were at their dimmest, so I knew it was some time at night.  He came over to my bed. I looked over at him.  My hair had fallen out of its bun and was all over my pillow.  I looked up at him.  He was nude and his big dick was sticking out.  He squatted down a little aiming it at my mouth.  I knew what he wanted.  I had given lots of blowjobs by that time and I was learning what he liked best.  I rolled to one side and sucked on his dick.  I moved over so he could sit on the bed with my head bouncing up and down on his cock.  Things were just starting to get good, I had my own raging boner, when he got up unexpectedly.

"What....", I was confused.  He put his hand on my back, telling me to stay face down on the bed.

 I could feel him move down between my legs and punch a finger into my ass.  I gasped.  I liked it, but he usually only did that while I was sucking his cock.  Then he removed the finger and put his cock head against my asshole.

"No!  It's too big!", I said, but it was too late.

 He pushed forward, spreading my butthole.  Somehow, it started to slide in.  I thought there was no way it would fit.  I looked back over my shoulder.  He was looking down at my ass focusing on getting his big cock into it.  I saw a jar of vasaline next to him on the bed.  Looking back, he must have had this planned and it wasn't the spontaneous passion I thought it was at the time.  He took it slow.  Very slow.  If I showed any sign of pain, he stopped.  I wasn't so sure about this, but he wasn't forcing it.  But it wasn't a request, either.  I got the sense that this was going to happen. It wasn't up for discussion.  He continued to push into me and I just let my mind think about what was happening.  The thought of the small and somewhat curvy new me under the big and strong Marcus, with his big cock pushing into me was a total turn on.  My own dick was as stiff as ever. After he had got in enough that he was satisfied, but not nearly all the way, he used one hand to stabilize himself and put the other on my ass and hip.  I really liked how that felt.  I wished he would put a hand on each hip while he did this.  It would feel so good.  So I pushed bac against him a little. He seemed surprised at this. But he let me push back until I was on my hands and knees.  Then he put his hands on my hips and did short in and out strokes.  It was unbeleivable.  I was on the verge of coming.  He kept going.  Then he stiffened and pushed into me a little more.  I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he came in me.  I blasted.  I probably moaned like a whore because it was the greatest orgasm I had ever had.  My eyes rolled back and my mouth hung over. We sank back to the bed with his cock still up in me.  It slowly softened any my ass eventually squeezed it out.

"Did you like it", he asked.

He would have known if I tried to lie.  "Uh huh", I said.  "But I still want to be changed back.........before we leave", I added.  I did want to get changed back, but we were stuck here anyway, and this was a lot more fun than it was when I was just a guy and all we did was masterbate. He didn't say anything, but I could tell he was thinking.  He probably thought "Jackpot"!

This brought things to a different place.  There was a lot less jacking off after that, but there was a lot of fucking mixed in with a lot of blowjobs and titfucks.

The next thing that happened really had me worried.  The morning after the first fucking, I woke to even more transformation.  My tits were now boobs.  They had to be double Ds.  They were big and heavy.  My waist and legs now looked like big, womanly legs, except with a little dick poking out.  And it was even littler than before, now only a couple inches long, when hard.  It could have been mistaken for a very big clit.  When Marcus would lay me down like a woman and stuck his cock, which had also gotten larger, either for real or because I got smaller and it just looked bigger when on or in me, into me, he would try to jack my little dick, but it was so small, he had better luck getting me off when he rubbed it like a clit. 

I was still basically the same person, a horny 18 year old, but now I was basically in the body of a woman, except for a pussy.  And whenever I thought about what had happened, it made me horny.  My little clitty dick would get erect and I would get perverted thoughts.  I would catch a glance of myself in the mirror, and that would make me think of the tranformation and how I was now walking around with sexy legs, wide hips, a small waist, big jugs and I looked pretty. Thinking of that did two things to me.  It made me want to get off and as the days passed it also made me want to get Marcus off.  It felt so good to me to make him cum.  And I liked to do it lots of ways.  I still liked to give him a hand job when he would let me.  I loved watching his big black dig shoot cum.  I could usually get him to let me do that if I worked in a little boob fucking. I loved sucking him off, too.  It felt so dirty and perverted to kneel down in front of him and try to get as much of that huge cock in my mouth as I could until it blasted down my throat.  Sometimes I would try to watch for the signs of his orgasm and lift off of his dick at the last second so that he would blast my face.  Then there was the fucking.  That took the longest to get used to, even though doing that made me cum as much as the sucking did.  Luckily there was some vasaline in the first aid kits stored in the facility.  Those were very helpful (to me) as we first started doing penetration. And Marcus took it slow.  He kind of had to because he had so much dick to try to push into such a small hole.

I was again glad that he wasn't one of those aggressive types that got off on domination.  It could have been rough on me, but wasn't.  We were both able to get pleasure from it, even if it was uncomfortable and a little painful at first.

I also started to think that Marcus and I were somehow connected.  And sometimes that bastard would take advantage of it. If he saw that I was horny, he would act coy and pretend that he wasn't in the mood.  He'd make me flirt with him and do other things as if he was doing me a favor by letting me suck his cock or fuck my ass. He seemed to like this.  He'd wouldn't let in until I knelt at his feet and looked up at him with my girly face and gave him a submissive and pleading look.  Or I'd have to squeeze my boobs (not a problem !) or wiggle my ass at him.  I knew he was just playing, but in the end, I knew I would do whatever it took to get him to have sex with me.  I had learned long ago that I could masterbate all I wanted, but I couldn't get myself off anymore.

Something else had changed in me, too.  It wasn't something that could be seen. Before the change and even during the first weeks, Marcus and I had taken care of our own things. We did our own cooking, we did our own laundry, made our own beds and stuff like that.  After my transformation finally stopped, I noticed that I had started to do all the laundry.  When I made a meal, I started to make two, one for me and one for Marcus.  The sex started to feel less perverted and more normal.  I found myself thinking things like "Marcus could probably use a bj". If he was getting ready to get into (and sometimes out of) a shower, when he was nude, I'd lead him to his bed or the chair, kneel down between his knees, and suck him off. This transformation happened slower than the physical one, but one day I realized "Holy fuck!  I'm his girlfriend"!  I even foudn myself wishing that there were frilly and lacey clothes to wear to look more feminine.

But the time was coming for our time at the weather station to end.  I started to worry.  I looked like a woman.  No one would recognize me.  What would happen if they came to pick us up and instead of me, they found the new me? I started to pester Marcus about trying to change me back.  If he wanted a super blowjob or wanted me to ride him cowgirl or reverse cowgirl in return for listening to me beg him, I was more than willing to oblige.  There was only a week before we were scheduled to leave, and I was pleading with him to try something, anything.

A week before our scheduled pick up, he sat me down on the floor where we had cast the original spell, he clipped some of my hair, lit some emergency candles, and recited another chant.  Nothing happened at the time, but over the next few days, my boobs and ass got smaller, I got bigger and my face reverted back.  Mostly.  I could still see traces of the transformation, a little feminity in my face.  I realized that I had unintentionally learned to wiggle when I walked and had to unlearn that.  I had to quickly relearn how to act like a man.  I caught myself starting to make Marcus lunch or cleaning up after him.

We were picked up and replaced by two other guys. The ride back was uncomfortable for me.  I couldn't look at Marcus, not after giving him all those blowjobs and getting fucked by him.  But we were stuck together on the train ride back. And when we got back home, we had to ride in a car together to the half way house where we would stay for a couple of months.  Marcus had an uncle nearby who offered to take us in when we were released.

getting it right the second time