Madame Illusia began to work her magic as Monica bent down in front of Jason and placed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. “Watch me, Damon,” she commanded. “Watch this teenager take your cock and girl away. Watch as- Ooh! OOH!” Her voice was already husky from the magic, but as Jason grabbed ahold of her ass and began to push into her, the noises in her throat became more guttural and wanton. “Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes!”
Damon grabbed onto his cock, already forgetting that Madame Illusia was working double-time to trade away his years to Monica and his cock to Jason. He worked it back and forth in his palm, feeling like he was getting close to the edge of orgasm as he watched Monica’s arms give out and her ass kick up into the air as Jason railed her from behind. But the climax never came as his hand seemed to grow too large for his shrinking prick. “Uh, Monica…”
“Don’t stop, don---- oooooh ooooooh don’t stop, baby.” Inside of her, Jason’s cock grew larger and thicker as it stole away Damon’s size. Monica’s dark black hair had grown lighter as it encircled her head messily as she slammed her ass back on the teenager’s massive tool. Her heavy breasts now pitched back and forth as she was used by him.
There was no hair framing Damon’s cock anymore and his perspective had shifted lower by inches if not feet. He tried to cry out to Monica again as he held what was left of his cock between his thumb and forefinger and was shocked by how high pitched it was. “Monica! My cock!”
Monica was panting and drooling with her face on the ground as the teen held on to her hips and pounded away at her. “Fuckin’ come inside me, baby. I don’t care. Just don’t stop.” Her eyes rolled lazily over to Damon who was still trying to work his baby cock between his fingers. He was a hairless little boy now, save for the mop of brown hair atop his head. Gone were the muscles that used to hold Monica tight. Gone was the cock that Monica used to happily slide down her throat. Even those once serious eyes were now large pools of innocence. “Mmm… yeah, that’s enough,” she purred. Struggling to her elbows, she pulled herself up and Jason’s cock popped out of her as the teen fell back, marveling at the size of it. He made a frustrated sound about not coming yet, but Monica shushed him with a look. The woman hefted one of her new huge tits with hand and let the other roam across her new thick thighs. Her own thigh gap was gone, but she couldn’t say she was disappointed in the outcome. The once well-maintained landing strip that led to paradise was a natural looking bush that did little to hide the swollen pussy within.
“How old are we now?” she asked Stephan, ignoring the frantic attempts at masturbation from Damon. His little cock just didn’t seem up to the task.
“Damon over there is 12 now, while you are 42. A full eighteen years were exchanged between you two.”
Monica looked at Damon with a mixture of pity and superiority. “Well, Damon, what say we…?”