Peter snorted, his new pig snout quivering. He could smell the cum on the stage and fell to his hands and knees. He licked up the white wet globs eagerly, snorting as he went. When he finished he noticed his hands out before him, thick and sexy and knew what would happen next. He was almost right. His new piggy self let out a huge fart and shot loads of confetti through the air his dick blowing a new hole in his robe. He rolled onto his back and without preamble grabbed his dick with both hands, starting masturbate in front of everyone once again.
He was vaguely aware of Felicia stiffening, not moving for a moment and then rushing toward him. He didn't move. His dick was swelling again, much slower this time. It grew two inches longer, sticking out the top of his hands. Felicia fell to her knees before him, both need and despair in her eyes. She took the tip of him in her soft little bunny mouth and sucked vigorously, buck teeth scraping gently over his skin. She was obviously enjoying herself. As he stroked his dick grew inside her mouth and she licked and pulsed eagerly. She was finally able to tear herself away when she felt him tense, about to orgasm. She did not want to get any of his craving on herself.
Sparks flew from the horns atop Peters head as he grunted pig like in pleasure, a white stream flew from the fat tip of his now 15 inch dick. The moment it splatted to the stage he was on it once again, lapping away eagerly. Felicia found she wasn't yet done however and could not stop herself from crawling under him and taking him back into her mouth and pulling him as deep as she could. She sucked and licked as passionately as she could. She realized her hand had fallen down to her crotch as she sucked and pulled back, wondering how long she had been rubbing herself. Finally Peter grew soft and she pulled her lips away with a slurping sound and walked quickly, trying not to run, back to her side of the stage.
Peter stood as well, sickened with what he had been forced to do but also very glad his last change had proved its own worth. He could see the embarrassed blush of Felicia still on her freckled cheeks. He snorted a piggy laugh. He started to speak.
"You've made me grab and rub my dick, just wait until MY next trick! Your fingers twitch and will throw a fit if they can not find your slit. Your wet pussy is what they crave, to your urges you'll be a slave!" He pointed a fat finger and cast the spell, lowering his hand fast when he caught sight of it. Felicia's eyes widened. At her sides her fingers began to twitch...