Mag(d)ic(k)ally Delicious

Hey folks! Here's a smutty one shot tg / tf story about an egg sucking their witch friend's girldick and getting turned into a cute girl with a cute dick along the way. Hope y'all enjoy!

“Still can’t fucking believe I have to go to this stupid thing.” With a frustrated groan, Piper flopped backward onto the bed, glaring up at the ceiling.

“You’ve said that about every single one of these.” As much as I wanted to commiserate with her, Piper did have a bit of a flair for the dramatic. “If you’re still surprised at this point I feel like that’s more of a you problem.”

Rolling her eyes, Piper huffed and thumped her head against the mattress in annoyance, at least she had a soft surface to work with. “Okay yes, fine, you’re right. I very much can believe it; I’m just not happy about it.”

“Oh come on, it doesn’t sound that bad. Open bar and free food, right?”

“Yeah, at the cost of having to rub elbows with a bunch of rich assholes. It’s entirely a big excuse for talentless clowns to show off the status passed down by their relatives. For fuck’s sake most of them can’t actually even do magic, just decided to live off the money their actually practicing great-great-grandparents or whatever made for them. The only reason I’m even invited is because they‘re desperate for people who actually can do magic to attend these things.” She wasn’t wrong, or, at least, she was hardly the only one who thought that. I wouldn’t actually know; as much as I wished I actually understood it, I didn’t actually know shit about magic.

“So just don’t go. It’s not like they can actually force you to do anything,” I offered.

“You know it’s not that simple; my parents care way too much about this status stuff. They think the old, powerful families will actually respect them if I allow myself to be trot out like a showpony at their parties.“ Frankly, after three and a half years of hearing Piper complain about the politics of old money magic families I’d learned to keep my actual opinions to myself; primarily, that I thought none of what she was describing sounded so bad. Obviously the rich people bullshit would be annoying but Piper got to dress up in nice, fancy clothes and go to opulent parties where she had basically no obligations save not make a fool of herself. Plus she got to do magic! Magic was fucking cool. A talented user had the world practically at their fingertips, they could be whatever or whoever they wanted to be. That was a hell of a lot better than being some boring, plain old nobody guy like me.

Still, I wanted to be supportive of my friend, so I bit back that sort of comment. I also bit back the comment about her standing up to her parents. Last time we’d had that talk she more or less froze up and got real sad about how she couldn’t bring herself to do that. Honestly she didn’t talk much about her parents outside what they expected from her; it didn’t give the impression of a great relationship. Instead, I opted to at least try to appeal to the bright side of things. “Well, at least you’ve only got a couple more of these before you’re done with university and can get away from all this.”

Chewing her lip, Piper nodded and sighed. “Yeah, you’re not wrong. This is just extra annoying ‘cause it’s some special event that only occurs every fifty years or something. Everyone is expected to bring a date, which I don’t have yet. And, since I’m a woman they will of course expect me to just be fucking arm candy.”

At least people want to look at her, who wouldn’t, she’s gorgeous, came an unbidden thought which  I quickly banished in disgust. Logically I know how fucked up that type of thinking was, how rooted in patriarchy and objectification of women it was. But at the same time, some stupid illogicial part of my brain always looked at how popular and attractive and wanted Piper was and couldn’t help feel envy. She was pretty, smart, and everything just seemed to come so effortless to her. Of course, I knew that wasn’t true, I knew she had to work hard to get where she was, far harder than I had. But that was the thing, she was so damn impressive she made it look effortless. Honestly I admired her a lot, maybe even kind of wanted to be her a bit. Or at least, I wanted to be a guy version of her, obviously.

“Hey, are you still with me?” She called, making an exaggerated wave to catch my attention.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “Got caught up in my thoughts. I wish I could offer you more. I mean, hell I’d even offer to be your date if it would keep people off your backs but obviously I’m neither your type nor the type they would want you to bring what with me being mundane and just y’know, broadly unimportant.“

She placed a warm, soft hand on my arm, “Hey, come on. Don’t talk like them. Honestly I’d love to take you if I thought I could get away with it. And honestly I wouldn’t want to put you through having to present yourself like that.” What the hell did that mean? I was about to ask, but when I looked to Piper, she seemed deep in thought, her brow creased as she tapped her finger against her wrist in a slow rhythm. “Then again…” she muttered, seeming more to be thinking aloud than actually addressing me. “Hmm, actually never mind.” She gave me a shrug, then an odd look, a bit mischievous, and still thoughtful. Her eyes lingered on me for a while, seeming to almost trace my form.

“What is it?” I asked. “You’re clearly up to something.”

Piper shook her head, though never let that look fade. “Don’t worry about it. I just had an idea is all. You mentioned ‘not being my type’ and I was just thinking that I did actually kind of want to blow off some steam and, well. That’s the thing, you’re not wrong about you not being my type, at least, you’re not the type of person I typically go for, but I do actually think you’re awfully cute.”

My mouth fell open, hardly believing my ears as a blush crept over my cheeks. “What? How can you honestly? I mean, I’m just some boring ass dude. And that’s saying a lot cause your average dude is already plain and boring looking, I just happen to be especially so. Plus, last time I checked you were a lesbian.”

Piper shrugged again, sitting up to better meet my gaze. “I’d tell you not to self-deprecate, but, well… never mind. We’ll get to that. And I’m not just a lesbian. I do experience attraction toward men; I just strongly prefer women. I’m more of a bi lesbian. Every once in a while though I do get a bit of a craving for masculinity. Though, in your case, well... I guess we’ll get to that.”

Our conversation was only growing increasingly strange. Starting to grow a tad frustrated myself, I tried to make her get to the point. “You’re really cryptic and weird right now dude, what are you getting at?”

“I’ve just been practicing some new magic and I had this big surprise planned for you, but I wasn’t sure how to actually go about doing it. Honestly though? I think this might be as good a time as any. Plus, I could use something to help me blow off steam and this might actually help solve my problem. So, um…” Piper suddenly flushed a little; she’d looked quite sure of herself at first, but suddenly something seemed to catch up to her as uncertainty spread across her face. “Well, I guess there’s no non-forward way to ask this. The magic I was praciticing, which has to do with your surprise, it’s uh, it’s sex related magic. So, do you wanna have sex?”

Stunned, I blinked hard a few times and shook my head vigorously in an attempt to shake myself out of whatever bizarre hallucination I seemed to have fallen into. When I finished, I looked back to Piper only to find her looking at me expectantly. “Um, I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

Piper giggled sweetly in that lovely voice of hers. “You didn’t mishear me; look I know this is kind of weird and sudden. Trust me, if there was a way to proposition you like this that didn’t come off as weird and sudden I’d have looked for it. But I also know that you had a huge crush on me when we first met, and while it’s clear you’ve managed to move past that I highly doubt you’ve stopped finding me attractive. Besides, you know I’ve always had a rather… open attitude toward sex. If you don’t want to, just tell me honestly.” Maneuvering herself on my bed, she tucked her legs under herself and sat on her feet to make up our height difference. She looked me in the eye expectantly and flashed a pretty smile.

For my part, I was still recovering from the fact that I’d heard her right the first time. It took me a moment to properly unfreeze. “I mean, I dunno. Obviously yeah I think you’re super attractive and stuff I just also, um. Well, I don’t know I always feel really awkward about sex. Like kind of clumsy and like I’m just piloting a weird meat puppet not actually y’know, getting my body in tune with someone else’s.”

A sly grin played across Piper’s lips. Again, she looked like she knew something she wasn’t letting on; what was she plotting? Before I had time to consider, she leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down onto my back. “Don’t worry, that’s exactly what I aim to fix for you.” She crawled forward until she was hovering over me, her hands on either side of my neck, then sat back, resting atop my belly. Delicately, she traced a hand across my chest, and cocked her head to the side as she looked down on me. “Just to be clear, I’m not going to do this if you don’t want me to. Just say the word and I’ll stop.”

A bit of telltale discomfort rose in my chest, the typical discomfort I always felt whenever I wound up in a sexual situation. Despite myself though, I wanted Piper; she was simply too gorgeous to pass up. Besides, that discomfort had hardly stopped me in the past. In the end, my sex drive always won out. My desire to touch and please and luxuriate in the experience of getting to be intimate with a gorgeous woman was far stronger than my own personal discomfort.

And, to be clear, Piper was gorgeous. She was small and unbearably pretty, with lovely curves and such a friendly, approachable face. The kind of girl who just felt nice and cozy to be around, without coming off as tooth-rotting wholesome or innocent. She had a punky, witchy style to her, though she was so damn friendly with everyone that she couldn’t come off as moody or edgy to save her life—assuming you weren’t a bigot or a rich asshole, as she saved all her negativity for them. Either way it worked for her, honestly it was unfair just how well it worked for her. Regardless, point being, Piper was the exact sort of girl I so regularly fantasized about. Clever, friendly, gorgeous, huggably small, and with a great sense of style.

Piper’s finger’s tracing down my torso brought me back to reality. Making a playful show of innocence, she began to flirtatiously toy with the hem of my shirt, giving me an inquisitive look. Taking a deep breath, I gave her a single nod to go ahead, and she grinned.

“You’re not going to regret this, I promise! And, again, I’m going to try some magic out here, so if things get weird just stay calm.” She gave me a cheeky wink, and her fingers slipped under my shirt, tracing my belly. Without warning, an electric feeling erupted from my skin wherever she touched me. I involuntarily let out a breathless gasp. Eyes wide, I glanced down to see that under my shirt Piper’s hands seemed to be crackling with magical energy, which explained the sensation, but holy shit, it felt good. Her fingers were so warm and soft, and they felt so good against my bare skin, unlike anything I’d ever felt. She wasn’t even touching me anywhere that exciting yet.

Squirming in place I took a few deep breaths to attempt to calm myself. That proved hopeless when, in a single motion Piper undid the button to my jeans and gave them a sharp, surprisingly strong tug. Before I even had time to process, I was pantsless. I must have had quite the bewildered look on my face, as Piper broke into an amused giggle at the sight of the look I was giving her. She brought her pointer and middle fingers to her lips and kissed them, then stroked my cheek gingerly. A moment later, she completely subverted that sweet, tender gesture by trailing her fingers down my body until they reached the waistband of my boxers.

Her eyes darted up to meet my gaze, and with one deft motion she slid her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around the tip of my throbbing dick and gently squeezing. I was honestly a little surprised to find myself already fully erect and so apparently eager for her touch. Normally, attention down there did little for me in terms of sensation or excitement. Honestly, it had always felt like a bit of a waste: my dick was pretty impressive by most accounts, nicely above average without becoming an inconvenience. I’d been practically blessed with ideal endowment, only to find myself nearly completely uninterested in using it outside of quick self-gratification to milk out a bit of dopamine. But, as was increasingly undeniable, something was different with Piper.

I honestly couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The fact that Piper had even wanted sex from me was still something I was having a hard to believing; I certainly hadn’t expected her to be so assertive and straight to the point. Honestly I was a bit disappointed. I was far more interested in focusing on her pleasure and her body than my own. But perhaps this was part of whatever ‘surprise’ she had lined up for me? She’d said something about sex magic, maybe she was just trying to be efficient about it. I honestly hadn’t put much thought into the whole surprise thing, the fact that one of my friends of three and a half years who had never before made any indication of interest toward me suddenly propositioned me for sex out of nowhere had kind of taken precedence.

Either way, I didn’t have much time to think it over, as a moment later I felt the sharp, earth-shattering feeling of Piper running her fingers along the underside of my cock. Another sudden moan escaped my lips, my voice sounding embarrassingly whiny and needy; Piper seemed to agree, given her amused giggle. I attempted to recover some of my spilled dignity and compose myself, but the way her thumb was brushing against me made that just about impossible. Seemingly satisfied with my reaction, Piper cupped my chin a little, and locked eyes with me. “This might get a little weird,” she said. “But try to just lie back and enjoy it. I promise you’ll love what I have planned.”

“What do you m—” I didn’t get the chance to finish. Instead, I was interrupted by my own sharp intake of breath as Piper scooted forward and, with a snap of her fingers, completely disrobed from the waist down. If the fact that Piper had gone from fully clothed to entirely bottomless in the blink of an eye wasn’t surprising enough, the unexpected sight which greeted me was enough to leave me in a state of momentary stunned silence. Hanging between Piper’s legs was a small, cute, limp girldick and a set of shriveled little balls. Clear, watery precum already dripped from her tip, glistening in the light. Mouth agape, I gave her a bewildered look; after a moment, I managed to gather my thoughts enough to speak. “Wait a minute, you’re um… you’re…”

“Trans?” She offered; I nodded. “Yep!” Her bubbly chirp suggested she didn’t feel even a hint of apprehension—not that she should have, I just wouldn’t have expected this level of confidence in the matter. “At a young age my parents took me to a witch who read my aura and saw I was a girl. A lot of people—including my folks—still wrongly believe women are better at magic than men, so they were more than happy to support my transition. I considered telling you ahead of time, but something told me this would be a pleasant surprise.” She arched an eyebrow, staring down at me with mischief sparkling in her eyes. “Am I wrong?”

Blushing, I tore my eyes away from her smug, grinning face, and looked at the small, soft dick suspended inches from my face. It was around then that my mouth began to water. Unable to look away, I felt a shiver across my flesh. “No,” I breathed. Piper rewarded me with another tender squeeze on my now painfully erect dick, then began to slowly work her soft hand up and down along my length. A flash of pleasure pulsed from my nethers, leaving me gasping and panting.

This wasn’t exactly my first time, but with the way she felt, it may as well have been. Never in my life had I felt something so intense as Piper’s fingers wrapped around my dick. It was ecstacy everywhere she touched; more than that, the pleasure wasn’t just localized to my nethers, it radiated out, casting rippling waves of erotic sensation from my core. Suddenly I felt hyper aware of every sensation on my body: the sheets against my back, the cool air against my firm nipples, her free hand pinning my shoulders, I could feel everything in such sharp, delicious detail. I’d never considered myself particularly sensitive, but something had clearly changed.

More likely than not, this was more magic. I tried to rise onto my elbows and confirm my suspicion, to look past Piper’s looming form and catch a telltale glimpse of crackling energy at her fingertips, but just as I began to crane my neck to peer past her, Piper’s hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look up into her lovely brown eyes. She gave me a lopsided smirk, then  snapped her fingers. Without warning, I felt a sudden gentle pressure weighing me down, pushing me flat onto my back and forcing me to look straight up at the ceiling. I tried again to resist, but found myself barely capable of movement.

Whatever magic Piper has used covered me completely, I could squirm just enough to stay comfortable and adjust, but there was no way I could sit up for long like this. Her magic coated my body like a thin film, leaving a tingling sensation wherever it touched—which was pretty much everywhere. I was about to protest, but after Piper gave me a long, sensual lick from base to tip, the words died in my throat. “I told you to lie back,” Piper purred in a casually domineering voice. When my only reply was a whimper and a nod, a low chuckled rumbled from deep in her chest. “Good girl,” she crooned. My eyes went wide; even if I didn’t have magic literally holding me down I’d be frozen in place. Why had those two little words caused my heart to do flips in my chest?

Like so many times before, proper consideration of that question was shattered to pieces by Piper resuming her work on my shaft, and again, my entire body lit up with sensation. She giggled at my helplessness, then caressed my cheek and loomed over me, leering down at me. “Now it’s time for Piper to lay some Pipe,” she whispered in a low, husky voice.

Utterly baffled, I opened my mouth to ask her if she actually, genuinely thought that line was in any way smooth; apparently, that was the opportunity she was waiting for. Without warning, her soft, smooth little girlcock slipped right into my mouth, effectively silencing me. I wanted to complain, to protest, but that feeling of my lips wrapped around her shaft felt so right. It was strange, I would normally feel apprehensive about this sort of thing. Normally I’d probably get self-conscious about my thin, dry, cracked lips, or worry that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy someone as amazing as Piper. Instead, I just wanted more of her. Eagerly, I began to run my tongue along the underside of her shenis, earning encouraging gasps and moans from Piper. With each suck and flick of my tongue I coaxed more and more warm, delicious girlcum. She had a mild taste to her, very watery, but slightly sweet and a little bit salty. Mostly, I just reveled in the way her soft, warm flesh felt between my lips.

Slowly, Piper began rocking her hips into me, grinding herself further into me and pushing her—admittedly rather unimpressive length—deeper into my mouth until I was taking the entirety of her organ in my mouth. My eyes flicked up to gaze at her face, and I was rewarded with the breathtaking sight of her riding my face, lost in ecstasy. Her head was tilted back, mouth agape in the midst of a long, panting moan. Her bra sat discarded beside her, and the hand which she wasn’t using to stroke my cock had slipped up under her shirt, now fondling her plump, full breasts, which I could just barely glimpse from my position below her. A pang of envy shot through me, she looked so lost in the pleasure, she was so pretty, her face and body appeared almost perfectly sculpted to be the very image of feminine beauty. I was gazing up at a goddess, and I felt so insignificant, so plain in comparison to her radiance.

Just then, her eyes came down to pin me in place, and my heart stopped. She gave me an earth-shattering smile, full of both passion and tender affection. There was something else there, though, if I didn’t know better I would have thought it to be lust. But not just any lust, specifically lusting after another, like looking at me was setting her heart aflame. She gave my cheek a slow, passionate caress. Her touch on the soft, perfectly smooth skin of my cheek was electrifying, which, admittedly, wasn’t new given the way her touch had felt so far.

That suddenly seemed far less important when Piper gave the base of my throbbing dick another squeeze and sent my mind spinning. The way she could squeeze my entire length in her little hand felt so amazing. Just as Piper had suggested earlier, I couldn’t feel any of the usual physical discomfort. That was probably the fault of whatever magic she was using, but who was I to complain? As far as I was concerned, these were all pretty clearly net positives.

Still gazing down at me with that intense stare of hers, Piper rolled her body and hips into me one more time, pushing her soft little womanhood into my mouth again. I dutifully returned my focus to pleasing her, rolling my tongue along her sensitive, leaking head. From what I could tell, she was leaking even more than usual, not that I was complaining about getting to lick up more of her hot cum. Satisfied with my performance, Piper bit her lip, and began to speak. Heaving, panting breaths punctuated each of her words. “You have no idea how beautiful you look down there,” she cooed. My heart fluttered at her praise. “No idea how amazing those plump, soft, pretty, lips of yours look wrapped around my cock.”

I could hardly believe my ears. Piper really thought I was beautiful? This was entirely unfair. Fine, I was pretty good looking I guess, and I did have nice, pretty lips, but there was no way I could ever hold a candle to her. Even if Piper did find me attractive, she was clearly just trying to tell me what she thought I wanted to hear instead of what she actually saw. More importantly, why the fuck did being complimented that way make me feel so giddy? Between this and her ‘good girl’ from earlier I could see a clear pattern. Was Piper into degradation or feminization or something? Given how I was reacting to the ways she was treating me, was I into it?

Another bolt of pleasure arced up from my groin and through the rest of my body as Piper kneaded my dick in her delicate hand. I felt more aroused and sensitive than ever. Even in the face of such rapturious pleasure though, like always, I was having a hard time getting fully erect, though I definitely had a respectable semi going. My member was just hard enough to stand on its own, but soft enough for there to be a tiny bit of give as Piper’s fingers worked me. Typically that might make me feel rather inadequate, but I just didn’t care. I was too busy enjoying myself. Just as before, her touch put my body into sharp relief, lighting up my every sensation. The best part was, I still couldn’t feel even a hint of my usual sexual discomfort. If anything, I felt more at home under her touch than ever before.

The sensations were enough to practically drown me; I was well and truly lost, dissociating from physical sensation and transcending to higher and higher experiences of greater and greater pleasure. The feelings were everywhere now, roaming over me, practically groping and kneading at my flesh. All my senses save touch were dulled—and even that was less an awareness of my physical self and more a sharpened point of amorphous, delicious bliss inflicted upon every inch of me—but in the background I heard the first of many high, needy, muffled moans.

Next I knew, Piper’s free hand was lightly brushing across my torso; the tips of her fingers just barely grazing soft, tender skin. I squirmed helplessly under her, but she barely budged, her body weighing me down heavily. This was hardly surprising, I’d always been pretty physically weak. Lifting someone as big as Piper was beyond someone with my puny strength, I wasn’t certain I could shove her off even if I wanted to. Without warning, her hand came to rest on my chest, and she lightly pinched one of my nipples. Another stifled moan rose from my lips, whiny, needy. I sounded well and truly pathetic. I didn’t care. Her fingers felt so good on my nipples. Giggling, Piper began to lightly stroke and pinch my nipples further, toying with me as my arousal built further along with my high, whiny moans and gasps.

A stirring in my mouth called my attention. After all this time, after all the attention I’d given her, suddenly I could feel Piper’s womanhood begin to stiffen inside my mouth. By this point, I’d just assumed she was just permanently limp, unable to get hard at all—I’d certainly heard that was something that could happen with trans girl’s dicks before. But, like some ancient beast awakening from a thousand year slumber, Piper’s cocklet began to stir.

Eagerly, I redoubled my efforts, delighting in the feeling of her hardening in my mouth. She was so warm, her skin still so soft, all while her member grew firmer and firmer. Encouragingly, Piper too intensified the affections she rained down upon my sensitive form. Her left hand groped and pinched at my chest as her right continued to work me down below. If I didn’t know any better, I’d hardly be able to believe what I was feeling. Each touch was more pleasurable than the last, coaxing up feelings I’d never known to be possible as my own rather unimpressive dick grew ever more sensitive along with my stiff nipples. A little trickle of precum dribbled from my head and leaked onto her fingers, lubricating her hands and heightening my pleasure even further. In tandem with my own dick, Piper’s, too, leaked a little spurt of cum into my mouth, more than usual this time, and in a quick burst instead of a slow trickle like before.

And holy shit, Piper was getting so hard in my mouth; beyond that, she was clearly definitely a grower and not a shower. Where once I’d managed to take the entirety of her length into my mouth with ease, now, I only had about half inside me, any deeper and I was sure to gag. Piper, however, seemed to have her own ideas. Apparently unsatisfied with how little of her mass I was taking, she pressed herself deeper into my mouth without warning. The head of her cock pressed against the back of my throat, warm and throbbing.

Unsurprisingly, I took her full length like a champ, one of the many pros of having no gag reflex. I felt well and truly used, the fucked up thing though, was just how hot that made me. Was she still growing inside me? I hoped so. I wanted more of her between my lips. I wanted her to face fuck me, to ride me until she shot a hot sticky load down my throat. I wanted her to make me swallow each and every drop of her cum like a good girl. Where the fuck did that come from? I wondered, then quickly decided I simply didn’t fucking care. The entire experience felt so fucking slutty, having Piper use my mouth for her pleasure; I loved it. Her throbbing cock in my mouth, the sight of her towering form looming over me, the feeling of being so thoroughly taken.

With another long, slow, lascivious lick, I ran my tongue from the base of her shaft all the way to the tip, slowly pulling my head back to properly reach her pulsing head. I could taste just a tiny bit of pre building up on her head. It seemed she wasn’t leaking at all anymore; instead, Piper’s gorgeous, throbbing womanhood seemed to be saving up to deposit one massive load right down my throat. I couldn’t wait. I took a moment to withdraw her entirely from my mouth, and just admire the sight before me. By this point, her cock had to have grown from its diminutive size to something well above average. How the fuck she’d pulled that off was beyond me. Admittedly, the answer was pretty obvious, but I was too mesmerized by the sight before me to think that through.

Piper was fucking glorious. Her dick was so perfectly shaped; its skin so soft and pleasant to feel between my hungry lips. It hung just centimeters from my lips, standing tall and proud, slick and shining with my saliva. For a few slow, intense seconds, I allowed myself to admire the sheer majesty of her perfect girldick, mouth agape and eyes transfixed. Just as I was starting to realize how empty I felt without her inside me, Piper gave my own little dick an inquisitive, prodding squeeze, causing another little dribble to leak from me as the sudden, sharp, exquisite shock called me back to the here and now. “Go on,” Piper commanded from somewhere high above me. “Finish me off.” I gave a diligent nod, and lunged forward, claiming the entirety of her long, thick shaft with my mouth. “Good girl,” she purred. I shivered in delight, but didn’t let that get in the way of doing my job.

As I worked her with my mouth, running my plump, soft, pretty, lips—perfect for sucking a girl off with—up and down her length, I could feel the twitching of Piper’s member grow ever more frequent and intense, rising in tandem with increasingly loud and wanton moans. Down below, Piper’s hands worked in double time to match my own efforts. Her fingers delicately kneaded and toyed with my tiny, limp, constantly leaking dick. The sensation of her touch was the only possible distraction from my task. Even so, it wasn’t enough to stop me; only enough to pepper my diligent work with needy, lustful moans. If anything, Piper seemed encouraged by my desperate moaning, rewarding me with more attention and moaning right along with me.

Things were really building now, that much was obvious. From the way Piper was reacting, I could tell she was close to finishing and giving me the reward I so desperately craved. In turn, I could feel my own climax rapidly approaching. And, if the sensation of Piper’s hand working the soft yielding flesh of my chest and crotch was anything to go on, it was going to be one hell of an orgasm. My eyes darted up, way up to look at Piper, riding my face with a look of pure ecstasy written on her face. I gave her an extra sensual lick, and her breath caught in her throat. Suddenly her gaze was fixed on my face. An intense, lustful expression crossed her face, and she stared me down, devouring me with her eyes. “Such a pretty little slut,” Piper cooed between gasping breaths. I flashed her a pleading look and she chuckled. My only answer was another eager suck from her delicious cock. Her face contorted in pleasure as a low moan erupted from her lips. She rocked her hips, pressing into my mouth. “I’m going to cum soon,” she grunted.

I didn’t need any further encouragement, beginning my final enthusiastic push. My reward was nearing ever closer; I could feel it with every little twitch and moan. I continued my work eagerly, bobbing my head along her perfect dick. Just as it began to feel like release might never come, I felt Piper tense up. She let one last long, breathy moan, before thrusting her twitching dick into the depths of my mouth as she shot rope after rope of hot cum down my throat. Dutifully, I swallowed every last drop blissed out on the euphoria of knowing I’d done such a good job pleasing her.

With a slow, savoring movement, I pulled her softening girldick out of my mouth, and began to dutifully lick any excess which still dribbled from her head. For her part, Piper was still gasping and twitching, squirming on top of me with every lick as she slowly gathered herself. Eventually, I felt her hand gently press down on my forehead, pushing me away from her crotch and back against the pillows of my bed. I gave an annoyed groan, I was still so fucking horny. I never finished! I tried to push back against her, but found myself completely helpless. “That’s enough for now,” Piper panted, placing a hand over her heart as she took another moment to recover. She took a slow, heaving breath in, then collapsed forward onto her hands and knees as she breathed out. “Fuck. You really do know how to put that mouth of yours to work.”

There was something different about Piper, though I couldn’t entirely place it. Curious, I tried to get a closer look, but as I attempted to squirm out of her grip, Piper shook her head. “Hush now, be still,” she commanded. “I need to finish you off. Remember what I said? Lie back and enjoy.” My only answer was a tiny nod. “Good girl,” she breathed, slowly lowering herself to my groin. I didn’t bother trying to protest her word choice. Instead I just allowed myself to feel all flustered and fluttery. For the briefest of moments, Piper’s face hovered over my crotch, admiring what she saw. Her eyes quickly darted up to me, and I once again saw that mischievous glint in her eye that suggested she knew something I didn’t. Before I could ask, her lips wrapped around my diminutive little dick, and she began to tenderly please me with her mouth.

Even with the heavy blanket of Piper’s magic weighing me down, I couldn’t keep still to save my life. Needy, desperate moan after needy, desperate moan exploded from my parted lips. It didn’t take long for me to start begging her to finish me in my high, pleading voice. Mercifully, Piper was more than happy to oblige. Her tongue flicked up and down the length of my leaking clit. Unsurprisingly, not long passed before the climax which she’d already begun to build to with her hands drew near. I was half expecting Piper to tease me, or edge me. But honestly I wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to; it might have been too late. Either way, Piper plowed right on through, sealing her lips tightly around my shaft and sucking enthusiastically while her tongue played with my tender, dribbling tip. Legs shaking and hips bucking, I let out one last, long, shrill scream of a moan as a full body orgasm scattered my senses in every direction. Completely spent, I collapsed backward, unable to move as wave after wave of rapturous bliss took over my every thought.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep; that, or the orgasm was so intense my brain did a bit of a hard reset. Perhaps it was both. When my eyes opened, things felt… different. My head felt a bit fuzzy, but strangely, my mind actually felt clearer than it had while Piper and I were fucking. Or at least, it felt like my mind was clearer than it had been, admittedly all I really had to go off in order to make such a claim was a set of rather foggy memories. Said memories did seem to be slowly coalescing, but they sure as hell were taking their sweet time doing so. In an unfamiliar voice, I let out a soft groan and attempted to roll over onto my back, only to collide with Piper. She giggled a little, and I felt her sit up.

Lazily, I opened my eyes and caught sight of her face just above mine. Piper loomed overhead, on her hands and knees looking down at me with an expression of tender affection and mild apprehension. When our eyes met, her smile widened a little. “Hey,” she whispered. Without warning, she dove in for a soft, tender kiss. And holy shit, what a fucking kiss. My lips felt so sensitive against her, tingling and erupting in little bursts of pleasant bliss. When she pulled away, I opened my mouth to speak, only for Piper to place a finger to my lips, which seemed to have far more give to them than I thought they should. Something was weird. “Hey,” Piper called; I refocused on her. “Don’t say anything yet. I want to show you something.” Wearing that familiar grin of hers, Piper slid back onto her knees, looming above far more than I’d have thought.

“Let’s get you up.” Arms extended, she grasped me by the wrists and helped haul me up into a seated position in front of her and—wait what? Just like that I had an inkling of why I felt so weird. Piper was a giant. Even with us both sitting up she absolutely towered over me. And it wasn’t just her height, her arms were toned and rippling with muscle. Where there had once been a soft belly, she now had a set of impressive abs. Now that I looked closer, Piper’s already fairly short hair had been restyled from her normal femme haircut to an incredibly dykey mullet. Even so, the most drastic change was still definitely our height difference.

As far as I could tell, the top of my head only came up to around her collarbone. I had to fucking crane my neck to look up at her. Suddenly that smug grin which had never left Piper’s face made sense. What the fuck was she now, like seven feet tall or something? Unless… oh shit. Heart hammering in my chest, I glanced downward. I had tits. I had two tits. Admittedly, this is the most common number of tits. Still, I fucking had them. They were round and full and looked pretty jiggly. As though in a trance, a delicate hand rose to cup one of them, squeeze it, lift it up, and drop it. Yup, jiggly. Why was that so fun and cool? Why was I struggling to not just sit there and play with them for fucking hours on end? Well, they were boobs. That’s pretty normal; it didn’t explain how excited I felt though. With a deep breath, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Luckily that task was… well, boobs!

They seemed kind of big? Possibly this was a matter of perspective, but the one I’d hefted had been more than a handful. Where once had been my plain looking shirt, my… tits were now held in place by a flowy, low-cut white sundress with navy blue trim. It was pretty? I felt pretty in it. Which shouldn’t have mattered to me but there I was. As I stared in open mouthed shock, a strand of hair fell before my eyes; reflexively, I blew it out of the way only to realize my hair should not have been that long. Of course, ‘should’ seemed like the most relative term of the fucking century at this point. A quick check with searching fingers confirmed that my hair now extended to around my mid back .I ran my hands through it for a few moments in giddy excitement, before realizing I was being giddy instead of utterly shocked and bewildered, so I quickly corrected myself and continued to gape at my form.

I’d shrunk considerably, every part of my body narrowing out and becoming delicate, soft and smooth. I traced a finger along springy, hairless skin and shivered at how sensitive I’d become. My hands then traced down my body, curving along my narrow waist and then out with my—relatively—wide hips. It all looked and felt so nice. But I didn’t understand why. This wasn’t me; shouldn’t I have been freaking out about my body getting twisted into something unfamiliar? Taking it all in, though, I sure as shit wasn’t freaking out, at least not in a bad way. I was definitely still freaking out in a more shocked and confused mixed with excitement way. Among a slew of conflicting thoughts and emotions, one question rose above all the rest: what the fuck had happened? Fortunately, apparently all I needed to do was ask. On cue, my brain seemed to make all the connections it needed. Enough of my memories from Piper and I’s sexual exploits crystalized to permit a proper revelation.

So many things flooded back to me at once. How Piper seemed intent on solving my body problems. How throughout the entire encounter Piper had treated me like a delicate feminine bottom instead of well… me. And then there was the whole thing with our dicks. Realization struck me; I reached a hand under my skirt to check between my legs and—yep, I was fucking tiny down there. And holy shit my soft fingers, delicate fingers felt so amazing against the apparently still very sensitive genitals.

Eyes wide, and a stifled moan fresh on my lips, I glanced back up to Piper, who was still looking down at me with her trademark cocky grin—which, for some fucking reason was making my heart skip several beats. Then and there I finally realized the full implications of Piper’s magic. It was as though we’d switched places, only she’d stayed a girl. Where she was once short and waifish, she was now tall and powerful. Where I was once well… masculine, I now knelt before my friend in a body that was unmistakably hyper-feminine and positively diminutive.

Gazing up at her, she quirked an expectant eyebrow and my breath caught in my throat. I was trying to ask her what the deal was and she’d silenced me with a look. My heart was hammering in my chest; I literally felt my nethers twitch at the sight of her smile; my legs may as well have been literal jelly at that point. It took everything I had to keep myself from starting to pant then and there. Eventually, though, I managed to compose myself. “What did you do?” I asked in a shaky, soft voice.

“Aside from the obvious?” Piper asked. “To simplify a little, I’ve been learning to read auras since that was how people found out I was trans before even I knew and I felt like that would be a good skill to have to help my community. Anyway, a couple weeks ago I read yours on a whim. I think you can see where this is going…” she trailed off.

“I’m… trans?” I whimpered. “But I—that doesn’t make sense—I never—if I was trans I—”

A gentle hand fell on my shoulder, for some reason even this very normal, platonic level of intimacy was enough to make me shudder in place. “Hey,” Piper called softly. “I know this is kind of overwhelming and existential. And well, maybe it would have been nicer of me to tell you ahead of time, but I didn’t want you to freak out and try to back out of it. Y’know, kind of like what you’re doing right now. This stuff is complicated, and we can work through it some other time. But tell me honestly, how do you feel about your body right now?”

That was hardly a fair question, of course I liked it! Wasn’t that obvious? “Oh,” I murmured .

“Yeah.”

“So why are you all?” I trailed off, making a weak gesture toward Piper.

“Well, it turns out that masculine—or feminine—essence makes great spellcasting fuel. While you were sucking me off you were also sort of draining all your masculinity into me. I also cast a filter on your perception so you wouldn’t realize anything was off about your body as it changed—just to make sure the spell didn’t get disrupted by you freaking out part way through. But yeah, that’s the basic idea, I got rid of your masculinity and used it as spellcasting fuel—not that there was much masculinity to go around outside of your physical body and a bunch of dated gender roles ideas which you hadn’t quite managed to scrub out of that pretty little head of yours.”

Suddenly I was blushing again. It wasn’t fair! Even when explaining the mechanics of magic to me Piper was somehow managing to fluster me. She giggled a little at the effect she was having on me, then ruffled my hair affectionately—which woke up another ecstatic burst of fluttery feelings from deep in my core—before continuing. “Anyway, I had to do something with all that ‘masculinity’ so I used it to make myself—well, not exactly masculine, but y’know, tall and buff and hot. After that I just needed to sort of I guess ‘awaken’ your femininity and viola!” Her hand rose in a little flourish.

“S-so you made my personality more feminine?” I asked meekly. No, that wasn’t right. I was supposed to be upset by this! I was supposed to be putting my foot down. “Y-you can’t just reach into someone’s head and change who they are!” I protested.

Piper raised her arms defensively. “Now listen here! Anything you’re feeling right now was there all along, just buried under a layer of performative masculinity BS. You’re not a different person, you’re just not going to let years of being taught you had to act one way or another get in the way of who you want to be.” She grew quiet for a long few moments, then huffed. “I mean I can give that stuff back if you want,” she offered reluctantly.

I froze in place, dread creeping up in my stomach. “I um, n-no that’s okay!” I half-blurted, half-yelled. “I just uh—well y’see I—god fucking dammit!” Every time I tried to say it I felt the beginnings of a blush creep across my face. I looked to Piper for help, but if she knew what I was trying to say she wasn’t about to say it for me. Groaning in frustration, I clenched my fist and shut my eyes. “I just feel all subby and girly and stuff y’know!” After a tense silence, I slowly cracked my eyes open, expecting that all too familiar teasing grin to be plastered across Piper’s face. To my surprise, she looked neither surprised, nor smug.

“Yeah,” she nodded, then gave a shrug. “That’s pretty common for trans girls. You spend your whole life with the expectation that you’ll be masculine and tough and in control. it’s really tempting to be the exact opposite when you’re given the opportunity. Some gals grow out of it once femininity stops being new and fresh, for others it’s just a part of who they are.”

“Oh,” I muttered, giving a little nod and looking away. Was I disappointed?

“What?” Piper breathed. “Were you expecting me to react differently?” My eyes snapped back up to her face. Suddenly that telltale confident, controlling lilt to her voice had crept back in. Smooth and husky, each of her words oozed dominance. “Maybe you thought I’d tease you? Call you an adorable little cutie? Tell you that anyone with half a brain could have had you pegged as a soft, delicate, subby femme from a mile away?” Before I had chance to properly react, Piper’s gentle hand rose to gently wrap around my throat. She smirked, then pressed ever so lightly, not enough to choke me, but enough for me to know exactly where she wanted me to be.

I couldn’t have resisted if I wanted to. Still mentally recovering from the onslaught of Piper’s gentle teasing, I simply collapsed backward into a now very familiar position with Piper leaning over me and me being forced to look up into her eyes. Her free hand pinned one of my shoulders in place, as the one on my throat slowly withdrew, but not before lightly caressing my neck. “Such a pretty thing. Though that neck of yours looks awful bare. Perhaps I’ll need to get you a collar.” There was no need for me to respond verbally. The way I shuddered and blushed, squirming under her gaze told Piper all she needed to know. “That’s a yes, then.”

It was really starting to seem like Piper has some kind of kink for interrupting me by doing something really fucking hot, because just as a bit of not even half-hearted protest began to form on my lips, she silenced me with a kiss. “You know,” she murmured. “You mentioned being my date to that party earlier. That’s actually what got me thinking about this. The thing is, I don’t want to be someone’s arm candy; something tells me, though, that you wouldn’t mind being mine. Would you like that? To wear a pretty dress and hang off my arm as I play the part of the dashing, confident witch?”

The small ‘eep’ which squeaked from the back of my throat seemed to be enough answer for both of us; I elected to respond anyway. “Would your um, wouldn’t your parents have a problem with that?” I stammered.

“Fuck what my parents think.” A broad, relieved smile played over Piper’s face. “Holy shit that felt good to say. I dunno what it is. Maybe it’s just a placebo thing from getting this taller, stronger body, maybe just getting into a toppy mindset with you is doing something for me, or hell, maybe I gained some confidence when I took your ‘masculinity—’” it wasn’t fucking fair how Piper could reduce me to a blushy mess by simply scoffing at the very nortion of my former masculinity. “But I feel like I’m on top of the fucking world. I’m not gonna let those assholes, or any assholes, walk over me anymore.” She tenderly stroked my cheek, leaning in close. “That goes double for you. I want you. You’ve been my friend for so long. And now that you have that adorable body I just want to make you mine, if you’ll have me.”

Somehow, I managed to squeak out a tiny, “yes.”

“In that case, I’m not gonna let anyone walk over you, either—except for me, of course.” That fucking devilish grin of hers, it was too much. By that point I was almost starting to worry that I’d literally started melting into the bedsheets. I was certainly feeling a bit damp, though that was localized to a pretty particular area and, admittedly, to be expected. But just as that confident, domineering veneer became too much to bear, Piper’s smile softened.

She looked long into my eyes with real, genuine affection that I really hadn’t expected to come from her. That wasn’t to say I didn’t appreciate it; that also wasn’t to say it did anything to make me less flustered. Still, I managed to smile back. We shared a moment like that, the reality that we were a thing now dawning on both of us. The reality that I was a girl, actually and got to be one was also still kind of dawning on me, but honestly I was still a bit in shock about that one.

Just as the moment started to get a little too comfortable, a look suddenly crossed Piper’s face. This time, though, it was more a look of realization and amusement than anything. “What is it?” I asked.

Piper shook her head, and giggled a little. “Nothing, I just well, I just realized that we’ve gone through all this stuff with you realizing you’re a girl and all this flirting and us deciding to start going out, but like, you need a fucking name.”

“Oh.” Shit. “Well um, believe it or not I didn’t expect to get turned into a girl when I woke up this morning. I didn’t exactly come prepared.”

“This is fair. But I can’t just call you ‘you.’” Piper grew thoughtful for a moment, looking me up and down, before nodding to herself. “Plum,” she said flatly .

“What?” I blurted. “You can’t just decide someone’s name for them!”

“I’m not!” She exclaimed defensively. “But like I said, I need to call you something. If you want a different name then pick one. Until then you’re my little Plum; unless, of course you ask me not to call you that.”

Rolling my eyes, I grumbled a little. “It’s fine, I guess,” I conceded. “But I’m going to pick a real name eventually!”

Piper just giggled. “Of course. You seem like someone who’s great at making her own decisions and hates being told what to do.”

I gave her a pouting glare, but didn’t bother lying.

After another burst of giggles, Piper cupped my chin, locking eyes with me. “Well then, we’ve got a couple days to get ready for the party. And a hell of a lot that needs to get done in terms of legal stuff and social stuff. So we’ll need to be smart and prioritize. I’ll of course help you at every step of the way, but we need to use our time wisely. So get on your stomach.”

For most of that, I’d been nodding along in agreement, but that last bit triggered a proverbial record scratch in my mind. “Wh-what.”

“Get on your stomach,” she insisted. Her hands crept under my right hip and she gently flipped me over.

“What are you doing?” I shouted in protest. The next thing I knew Piper’s hands were running up my thighs, eliciting a surprised yelp. She eagerly hiked up my skirt, and exposed my bare ass to the open air.

After sharp intake of breath, Piper let out a heavy exhale, muttering a single word along with it. “Damn.”

At the very least, I could take solace in the fact that Piper was looking at that set of cheeks, as my other set had gone beet red. “You can’t just—you said we had to—this isn’t.”

“If you want me to stop all you have to do is tell me to.” Now that was uncalled for. How dare Piper be like that? Making me admit to wanting things that I was embarrassed about. “Good girl Plum,” she cooed. I face planted right into the pillow, and Piper just giggled. “Now then, time to get you all clean and ready.” Another loud snap rung out in the room, and instantly I felt something warm and wet inside my ass. She gave me an experimental squeeze, made some comment about me being a squeaky toy which I didn’t really have the presence of mind to process, and readjusted herself behind me. “You’re all clean and lubed up, are you ready?” She asked. I just gave a silent nod into my pillow.

Something hard pressed gently against my asshole, and I yelped, tensed for a moment, then relaxed. Piper reached forward to gently squeeze my hand, and took a deep breath. “Well then, I think we’re both all set. It’s time for Piper to become a Plumber.”