Felicia was blushing fiercely as her fingers twitch at her side. She could
feel a new burning need building up inside her that she just couldn't
ignore. Whatever her body wanted she had to give it for she was now
slave to her urges. With a frustrated gasp she pulled up her skirt and
plunged a hand down inside, thrusting several fingers inside herself
and began to pump them in and out. Unfortunately her other hand
kept twitching and the thought that it too needed to be buried in her
crotch worked its way into her head. With a whimper her left hand
joined her right, both hands working greedily at her snatch. Her
breathing became more rapid, her chest heaving. When someone
shouted to see her tits she started bouncing up and down, riding her
fingers hard until her breasts once again popped free of the tight,
skimpy dress she wore. Felicia's face lit up in a smile as she fingered
herself for a few solid minutes. Then, trembling and sagging to her
knees with a quiet moan, she came.
Her fingers stayed buried in her snatch, gently stroking and extending
her orgasm. Sweaty and spent, Felicia just focused on catching her
breath. She wanted to pull up the top of her dress and cover her
breast again but couldn't yet free a hand to do so. They still wanted to
be in her pussy, slick with her juices, and she couldn't deny them.
When at last she felt clear-headed enough to string together a spell,
she looked up at Peter, her nose twitching. She considered several
ideas, each one delightfully perverted and twisted, thanks to Peter's
earlier spell.
"When you speak you'll end each time bragging of your meat," she
looked significantly at the place she knew his massive cock was hiding,
"and with every compliment your groin will flush with heat. You can't
resist showing off your cocky pride and joy, that's one reason why you
aren't dressed like a boy."
Her spell finished, Felicia struggled to her feet. Already she could see
the changes as Peter's wizard robe began to shrink. It slid up his legs
inch by inch, revealing more and more leg. As it reached his upper
thigh it slowed and then stopped, showing off much of his cock and
the bottom swell of his ass. The ripped sleeves desintigrated and the
neckline lowered into a deep v as if he wanted to show off his
cleavage. His tacky beard also vanished as makeup painted itselff
across his snout and eyes, his eyelashes darkening and gaining volume
from the new mascara he now wore. As a seeming added bonus,
Peter's legs also became more shapely and curvy, his feet slimming,
though both remained muscled and hairy. His shoes were no longer
sneakers, shifting instead to strappy black heels. Each hairy toe was
topped off with bright pink nail polish, as were the thick fingernails of
his massive hands.