WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.)

 

Wicca Magick

by Wholeman

 

Most people have a very strange idea about ‘witches’, like witches are all women, or witches worship the devil.

Poppycock!

All of that tripe was propaganda propagated by the Royalty of Europe, when it became fashionable to be a Christian, and to prove it was bad to be a witch, they were pictured wearing a broad brimmed conically shaped hat, when all of the fashionable people wore a conical hat without a brim! Big Deal!

Witches are people who practice the religion of Wicca. The basic tenants of which say:

The Power shall not be used to bring harm, to injure or control others. But if the need rises, the Power shall be used to protect your life or the lives of others.

The Power is used only as need dictates.

The Power can be used for your own gain, as long as by doing so you harm none.

It is unwise to accept money for use of the Power, for it quickly controls it taker. Be not as those of other religions.

Use not the Power for prideful gain, for such cheapens the mysteries of Wicca and magick.

Ever remember that the Power is the sacred gift of the Goddess and God, and should never be misused or abused.

* Wicca a Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, By Scott Cunningham - Llewellyn Publications

Another way of saying the rules is ‘Do what you will, as long as it does no harm to another.’

Of course these are the rules known by Wiccans, this does not include the reasons why you must follow the rules of Power.

Basically, the reason can be expressed: Good or harm done with the Power comes back to you seven fold.

Now on to the story!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

I found one of my wife’s ‘Witch’ books and finally became curious as to what types of magic could be done, by my witch wife or one of her ‘coven’.

There was a bunch of drivel about philosophy and such. So I scanned on past that stuff and got right down to casting spells. There were example of how to make a magic circle, what herbs and oils to use, how to use the Athame, how to build Power and direct it to a purpose.

This stuff was cool!

I started thinking about what kind of things I could do with this stuff, if it really works that is.

‘You know,’ I thought, ‘Mary has always been lacking in the boob department. Maybe I could give her a little boost, and thereby prove to myself whether this stuff works, as well as, give myself a little bit more to play with.’

I carefully set up our bedroom making my sleeping beauty the center of the circle. Anointed her with the proper oils I had prepared with her Athame. I built the Power just as the book told me, and I swear I could see a glowing white light building around me as I did so.

When I felt I had enough Power for the job, I directed it toward Mary and visualized her having a C cup size set of breasts.

The glow became very bright, shooting forth en-globing Mary, and becoming a warmer more golden color, seemingly soaking right into her light obscured body. When it was finally gone I had to cover my mouth with my hand, to silence my gasp.

Well you could have knocked me over with a feather! Low and behold there she lay with boobs! Unbelievable!

I quickly cleaned up all of the ritual paraphernalia and slid into bed with my buxom wife, not wanting to waken her and spoil my surprise, I can hardly wait for tomorrow.

It was incredibly difficult not to grope her new boobies, but I refrained and finally drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"ROBERT!" I was abruptly awakened by Mary’s scream emanating from the bathroom.

"Mmfff… what?" I mumbled back.

"Do you know anything about these?" she was pointing to her boobs and glaring at me accusatorially.

"Don’t you like them dear? I think they look incredible! Come back to bed so we can test drive them," I was leering at her hooters.

"So you did this to me? Have you been into my Wicca books?" she had a funny look on her face.

"You have been trying to get me to show some interest in you witchy dealings. So I started reading one of them and I just wanted to try and see if it worked, and man did it work! Come to bed, please baby," I cajoled.

"You poor foolish man. Don’t you think that, if I wanted bigger boobs, I could have done it myself?" she glared.

"I suppose, well I guess, I don’t really know," I replied shrugging my shoulders.

"Well you should have come to me, if you wanted to learn the way. You have no Idea what you have done, honey, but I promise I will try and help you live with the consequences of your actions. Just please do not try any more spells, at least not until you have been properly educated. I realize you didn’t think you were doing anything that I wouldn’t like, due to your narrow-minded male thought patterns. Most women with big boobs would rather have small ones. Before we met, I had a D cup set of boobs, and I use the Power to shrink them!" she lectured.

"Well just use it to shrink them again!" I offered.

"We can’t, at least not for a very long time. I won’t be able to, since you are the one, who cast the spell on me. You won’t be able to, since you used it to harm another, and are still untrained. I’d say it would probably be at least two years, before you will be able to make amends and conjure up enough Power to fix my chest, and many years after that, to be able to reverse the effects on yourself," she let out a huge sigh and shook her head.

"What are you talking about?" I was sitting up on the edge of the bed by this time.

"Sweetheart, you might look down to your chest. I don’t think you are going to recognize it," she started to giggle.

I looked as I had been told, and there on my chest was a set of C cup sized breasts. No make that DD cup breasts, no E cup no… No! "Oh my God they are still growing! Mary what’s happening?" I hollered.

"Well sweetie, with Wicca, any harm you do to another, comes back to you seven fold. It’s a damn good thing you didn’t give me back my D cups. It’s going to be bad enough as it is!" she was laughing out right now.

"This is not funny Mary I’ve got tits passing the GG cup range and still going! What am I going to do?" I was staring at this huge set of boobs bobbing up and down on my own ribcage!

Mary quickly climbed into bed with me, "Come to bed dear and let’s give those babies a test drive."

"This isn’t funny Mary!" I was getting annoyed.

"No it’s not, and there is not one damn thing, that we can do about it, at least not until later today. You know, those look really sensitive, I wonder…?" she reached up and caressed my nipple.

"Oh God! Tha… that… that was incredible!" I squealed.

She leaned over and said, "You ain’t seen nothing yet," as she placed one of my nipples into her mouth.

"Ohhhh my! Is it like this for you, when I suck on your nipples?" I asked her feeling completely out of breath.

"Mmmm… you like that huh?" she said around my areola. She then re-sucked a full mouthful working it in and out and around.

I didn’t even have an erection, but I shot my wad as she worked my nipple. I started arching my back and twitching all over.

"Was it good for you sweetie?" Mary asked.

"What the hell was that?" I panted.

"Nipple orgasm! Did you like that?" she smiled down at me.

"I don’t believe that just happened! I shot my wad into my PJs and I wasn’t even hard! What’s happening to me?" I started sobbing.

She started rubbing my back, "I’m sorry dear, but boobs are like that. They are very easily stimulated. I think though, there must be a lot of estrogen in your system, that’s why no erection and why you are so easily stimulated."

"That’s a relief. It’s because of estrogen that I’ve got immense hooters and a limp Dick," I groused.

"No, it’s because of you giving me big boobs, that you have giant boobs. Now I’m going to have to suggest something, that I know you are not going to like, just hear me out anyway, okay?" Mary asked.

I nodded my head, but that proved to be a big mistake, due to the fact that my tits started bouncing up and down.

"The bad news is, that you are stuck with huge tits, the good news doesn’t exist. You are not going to be able to walk around with double H boobs, as a man. At best you will be a she male, which means no hard on, for years, humiliation and ridicule whenever you are found out! The best thing I can suggest is, that you let me finish the job," she looked into my eyes searching for my reaction.

"You… you… you mean… turn me into a girl?" I couldn’t believe my ears.

"Well you started it," she accused.

"How was I supposed to know, giving you big boobs, would ricochet and give me bigger boobs?" I asked.

"Actually, if you had read the book, and not skipped straight to the spells, you would have known, it’s clearly explained in every one of them," she was still rubbing my back while she scolded me.

"But I love you! If you turn me into a girl with big breasts, what happens to us, to our marriage?" I’m not sure I wanted to know the answer to this question.

"I love you too, even if you are a dunderhead! I won’t leave you, even if you are a girl. Our sex lives are going to be, a little on the ‘alternate life style’ side, but I don’t quite know how to say this… Ah, I think those hooters of yours, are really starting turning me on! Do you mind if I grope you a little?" she begged.

"You want to fondle me? Are you a lesbian Mary?" I thought I knew my wife, I never would have suspected this though.

"It’s the Power I think, it won’t allow harm to come to our love, so to make sure we stay together, I’m becoming turned on, by the sight of your boobs. I certain that if you ask me to make you a woman, I’ll become your impassioned lesbian lover," she informed me.

"I don’t want to be a woman, and I don’t want you, to have to become a lesbian. I’m so sorry!" I wailed.

"Well, actually the lesbian thing, won’t be that big a stretch for me hon., I’m already bi," she was looking into my eyes, when she told me that part, so I knew it was true.

"But my job, how can I run a bulldozer with these?" I pointed to my new assets.

"Goddess, I’d pay real money, to have pictures of that! Just thinking about it, has made my panties all sopping wet!" she started fanning her face like she had the ‘vapors’. "Don’t worry we’ll get by, even if I have to start taking nude photos of you, and selling them to big titty magazines, maybe some lezzy scenes between you and me too. Of course I’ll be the one with the little titties!" she giggled.

"Great, I’ve turned myself into, thousands of men’s, big titty queen, fantasy girl!"

"That is, only if you ask me to," she assured me.

"This is so humiliating, not only do I have to become a girl, I have to ask you to make me one!"

"You don’t want, that I should wind up, seven times what I do to you do you?" she inquired.

"No, I wouldn’t! Okay Mary you win, would you please make me a woman?" I knew there was no other real option open to me.

"Yes Roberta, I’ll make you a woman. I’ll need to contact some of the people in my coven, but would you mind terribly, if I attack those, because I don’t think I can force myself to leave them alone, one minute longer?" she pleaded.

"If I can fondle yours. Deal?" I bargained.

"Deal!" and she was all over my immense mammaries, petting, squeezing, licking, and sucking.

I was twitching like an epileptic, during a Grand Mal seizure.

Mary was like a bitch in heat, rubbing her crotch up and down my leg, while diddling herself to orgasm, after orgasm.

"Oooog glagh!" I gurgled, my face beet red and strained looking. I’m not sure the male brain is wired to handle multiple orgasms. I wanted to fondle Mary’s breasts, and all I could do, was flail about on the bed.

I must have lost consciousness because the next thing I knew, Mary was gently stroking my face, cuddled up close to me.

"Welcome back Roberta. I have to tell you that is the best sex I’ve ever had," she kissed me. "By the way what does, "Oooog glagh!" mean?"

"I think it means ‘I’m losing my mind via multiple orgasms.’ Does that happen to you?" I asked.

"Sometimes, can’t you tell when you do it to me?" she remarked.

"I guess, but it looks a hell of a lot different, on this side, than the other, let me tell you!" I assured her.

"Well I have to get up and make some calls, will you wash my back, and I’ll help you wash the places you can’t reach!" she gave me a peck on the lips.

"I think it’s going to be worse than that! Can you help me up, and steady me, while I walk, my balance is shot to hell!" I asked unsteadily.

"I guess it’s going to take a while, for you to regain your balance, don’t try too hard today, by tomorrow, it will be different anyway," she helped me to my feet and we climbed into the shower.

I washed her back, she washed mine, but when we were facing one another, she disappeared under my mammoth mammaries and I felt her sudsing up the bottom side of my tits. The sensations were unbelievable! When she worked her way towards my chest I felt her lift one up so she could scrub underneath of where it lay against my chest. Her little hand sunk deeply into the soft firm breast and made me shudder. When she moved to the other one my hands slapped against the glass doors and the wall, my legs spread of their own accord and I felt sperm dribble from my penis as I orgasmed. I felt her hands quickly grab me around the waist to keep me from falling, on my unsteady legs.

"Wow, you are sensitive," I felt her wash my limp Dick and shrunken balls, "Hand me the shower head so I can rinse down here."

"This is so embarrassing! My wife can hide from me, underneath my own tits! And she has to hose the underside of my boobs, cause it’s too hard to reach for me!" I whined.

"Hey, I’m not complaining. This is the most fun you and I, have had together, in a couple of years! I am actually getting really excited, at the prospect of living with the one I love transformed, with a new lust for love," her head popped up right at the end of my immense cleavage, and she kissed each boob.

"You wouldn’t have a bra I could borrow, would you," I asked her?

"Your silly! My old bras wouldn’t even cover your nipples! Hey, I’m in the same boat, all of my old bras are D cups, and my newer bras are A cups, not a C cup in the lot, I guess we both jiggle around today!" she gave my boob a lift and drop, so she could watch it bounce.

"Well let’s grab a towel and dry off, it’s starting to get chilly," I chattered through my teeth.

She opened the door, grabbed a towel and tossed it to me, though she looked at me funny for a moment and tossed me another one.

"What’s with the two towels?" I asked.

"One for those boobs, and one for the rest of you," she giggled and scurried away so I couldn’t grab hold of her.

It turned out, that I need the two towels after all, and I found out the hard way, boobs get patted dry, not rubbed!

Getting dressed was educational, Mary was no trouble she had tops that could house a D cup, me on the other hand, lets say Mary had to pin a sheet around my shoulders in a kind of toga arrangement.

I had to wear my sweat pants on the bottom, for some reason none of my pants fit anymore, you know, tight around the hips, loose around the waist. It appears if Mary didn’t turn me into a woman, I would have looked like one anyway.

Within two hours people from Mary’s coven started showing up. Mary explained to me that she had only asked female witches to come to try and save me the embarrassment of being turned into a woman in front of other males.

When Bridget came in, she took one look at me, and said, "Oh my Goddess!" and she was a DD cup her self!

Fran, showed up with a spare blouse for me to wear, she weighed about 350 lbs. so we thought it might cover my, ah… glandular disorder. We were lucky it fit. Well sort of, a couple of buttons were a little strained up front.

When enough witches were there, they began their preparations. There was a lot of whispering, and some strange things going on, that I didn’t understand. I saw the circle prepared, that part I understood, having made one myself.

"Now darling, were going to start the hard part, at least the hard part for you. Everyone has to be naked for the ceremony, including, and especially, you," Mary told me, "So strip and don’t worry, you don’t have anything we haven’t all seen before… well for the most part anyway!"

She started to help me to disrobe, she knew that some of the buttons, on the underside of my boobs, were hard for me, since they were backwards, and I couldn’t see them.

When everyone was ready I was escorted to the circle.

Bridget asked, "Now in the presence of these witness state your desire!"

I swallowed hard and replied, "I… I want to be made a woman."

Bridget and the whole coven chanted, "So mote it be!"

Several of the witches anointed me with oils, and I was given some kind of bread to eat. That’s when it seemed to me that they all began speaking gibberish. I only caught a couple of words, one was ‘Kernunnos’, and another was ‘Diana’. They spoke of the God and Goddess.

As I stood there, I watched as a blinding light, grew over the entire circle of witches, around me, until I was forced to close my eyes. The chanting was reaching a crescendo, which culminated with, "So mote it be!"

I felt a shockingly warm pulse, blast through my body, as I lost consciousness.

"Wake up Roberta, everyone has gone home, and you have been asleep, for almost an hour."

She was suckling at one of my nipples.

It felt so wonderful, I just had to moan, "Oh, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!"

My eyes flung themselves open, when I realized what exactly that dampness, between my legs meant. I had my own cunt now!

Mary giggled, "What’s the matter lover, never crème your panties before?"

"This is the strangest feeling, nothing down there but wetness! What the hell! I sound like a little girl!" it was a real shock.

"You should get a load of the whole package!" Mary teased.

"Please, let me see," I asked in my high voice.

Mary helped me stand and I nearly fainted, when I looked up at her.

"What happened to me? Why am I so short?" I asked, looking up into her eyes.

"Well I did tell you I was bi. I didn’t tell you, I have a fetish for petite women, like you," she said then hugged my little body.

"How tall am I?" I asked her.

"Your almost five feet tall…" she replied rather sheepishly.

"Almost, as in how tall exactly?" I persisted.

"4’ 11" tall?" she finally answered.

"Any idea what my new clothing sizes are?" I pressed.

"That’s a hard one. In some places, a size 3, some a large women’s, and women’s size 5 shoes," she answered.

"Well at least I won’t have to shop the kiddies section," I was relieved.

"That is not assured, by any means," she smiled.

"Are you happy with me, six inches shorter than you? You do know that, I’ll have to rely on you, for getting things out of the cup boards, up high now, don’t you," I informed her.

"I think we’ll manage," she replied brightly, "Goddess your beautiful! Here let me show you!"

She walked me to a full-length mirror.

"You aren’t going to be able to let me out of the house! I’ll be raped by every swinging Dick who even catches a glimpse of me!" I started shaking, I know men’s minds, and I was a wet dream if there ever was one, gorgeous with huge hooters! I have a face that is sexy, but with a childlike innocence, pouty lips and giant green eyes, like those cartoon girls that the Japanese make.

As I stared I said, "I want to fuck me sooooo bad!"

"Yes, come to think of it, I suppose we do need to place a protective ward around you, to keep you from harm, at that," she ruffled my platinum blonde hair.

"What did the other witches say, when they saw how you visualized me?" I prompted.

"Uhm… Let’s just say, you have a lot of admirers, and potential dates," she giggled, "the only caveat is that you have to bring your nymphomaniac wife along with you."

I walked right up to the mirror and reached down to my new crotch. I spread my legs and slid my hand down toward my new sex, "Why no pussy hair?"

"I love the feel of a bald pussy, on my tongue," Mary admitted.

A chill went down my spine, and seemed to lodge in my pussy, making me shiver.

The feel of my smooth tummy, was enticing, inviting my hand, downward till I paused at the indent, I felt there. My hips shimmied involuntarily eliciting a, "Ooooh!" to erupt from my pouty lips.

I saw movement over my shoulder, and Mary seemed to be working her crotch, feverishly.

I ignored her for the moment, and probed lower. I had felt this, many times before, oh yes, only thing was, I had felt it on my wife. This time though, I was getting both sides, of the experience. My finger slipped inside my outer labia and I could feel my wetness. I used my finger to spread it around, when all of a sudden, it felt like someone hit me with a stun gun, and I fell to my knees moaning.

Mary jumped over to me, and picked me up, placing my little body, on the bed, "I can’t take it any longer! That Cunt is mine!"

She dove between my legs, and attacked the little nub I had touched, which had dropped me to my knees.

I began to scream and scream loudly, in my little girl pitched voice.

Mary was working my cunt, like she was attached to it.

I tore at the sheets, I screamed, I bit the pillows, and orgasmed, in great gushes, time and time again. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move my arms, except in convulsions, slapping the mattress. I was completely in her power, if she asked me to sign away my soul, or she would stop, it would have been one hell of a tough decision!

"I love your slick pussy. You have the best tasting pussy ever. I bet I can make you faint like a sissy girl. Here goes!" she dove in eating at the "Y."

When I came to, she was nursing at one of my huge nipples, "You keep this up, and I’ll never leave the bedroom!"

"We can’t have that, now can we! I won’t be able to show off my love slave, and make everyone jealous," she kissed me.

"Oh now my marital status, has devolved to ‘love slave’ has it?" I inquired.

"If you’ll be my ‘love slave’, I’ll be yours. Deal?" she grinned.

"Deal!" I grabbed her head and buried it into my bosom.

When she came up for air, she exclaimed, "I have found heaven, halleluiah! I used to think of breasts, as just an inconvenience we women had to endure, but now I can see why, you were obsessed with them."

"So how do we get me, some clothes?" I asked.

"Listen," she answered.

"Listen? Listen to what?" I was puzzled now.

"Listen for the doorbell silly. I sent some of the coven out on a shopping trip, don’t worry, to a woman, shopping is a treat, especially shopping for someone like you. Try and find a bra to fit you, and then a matching panty! Good luck! But if anyone can do it, those women can. So at least, we should be able to provide you with a basic outfit, for your first trip into public! We, have been invited to dinner!" she actually squealed and shook my arms as she said that.

"Shower?" I asked.

"Bath!" she answered.

After about an hour of splashing around in the tub, she had me cleaned up, and styled my hair acceptably well, and was beginning on my makeup, when the doorbell rang.

"Stay right there, I’ll get it," she scurried off.

When she returned, she had half of a dozen of her coven with her, as she trudged into the bathroom, while I sat there naked in front of them. I initially tried to cover myself.

"Don’t be silly, we have already seen you naked, who do you think put you in bed?" Bridget asked.

"Anyway I have panties for you!" she tossed them at me, "See how they fit."

I slid the silky item, up my sexy thighs, and placed the French cut panties, over my hips and tautly, against my crotch, "Damn, that feels weird!"

Bridget, just about, fell down laughing at me.

"That was the easy part. Mary, give me a hand with this double-barreled, nuclear launching device. A slingshot, this is not!" she giggled at her own joke.

They both took an end and wrapped the brassiere around me, hooking it in the back, "Slip the straps over your arms, and we’ll adjust everything."

"Tada, I’m wearing lingerie," I announced.

"Oh, but there’s more, here is your slip, Madame," Mary handed me a shimmery whisper of cloth and told me to slip it over my head.

"Oooh," I exclaimed, savoring the silky feel, as it caressed me on its way down, to rest on my shoulders.

"Yes, I know what you mean, Roberta," Bridget agreed.

"Okay now tug on these pantyhose, Roberta," Mary offered them to me. "You should, put the pantyhose on first, but I wanted you to feel the silk against your naked thighs first, it makes you feel so pretty doesn’t it?"

"Oh yes, I am sporting a tremendous woody! At least, figuratively speaking," I cooed while smoothing the slip down my silken thighs. I carefully pulled on the pantyhose as they advised me on the proper way to avoid running them.

"Now the dress," she handed me a beautiful teal dress, and the two women slid it over my head. Once past my bosom, Mary zipped it up, and she told me to sit back down at the vanity, while they finished my makeup.

Of course it being my first time in a dress, they had to stop me, and show me to smooth the dress, across my bottom, before sitting.

Mary told the others, in her coven, to wait in the living room, she wanted to be alone with me, before we left, just for a minute.

"I realize that this is not what either of would have preferred Robert, but I have to ask. Do you think you can live with my solution, to our problem, can you be happy living as a woman with me, even if in ends up being, the rest of our lives?" Mary asked me through her worried expression.

"More than ever before, Mary. Even though I made a horrendous mistake, you have sacrificed, and made the best, out of an impossible situation. I only hope, I can prove my love to you someday, as thoroughly, as you have proven yours, to me!" I kissed her as passionately as I could.

She came up panting, "That’s close enough for me! Let’s go eat, beautiful!"

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to being called that, but I like it nonetheless!

 

The End

 

 

 

Wicca Magick

By Wholeman

Everything else is Copyright (c) 2002, by: Stone On the Moor LTD. Freely archived, copied, transmitted, and redistributed, printed, fantasized about or masturbated to or used to perpetuate marital bliss. (Just don't tell her you read this stuff)