Jennifer was sitting in front of her computer, legs resting on the chair. With one hand, she navigated the search results pertaining to local occult stores. with the other, she was furiously masturbating her 12 inch cock. Precum was drooling from the throbbing organ, foreskin rubbing back and forth on the sensitive cockhead, grapefruit sized balls stirring with each particularly fervorous tug. It had been three days since Jennifer’s childhood friend, Claire, had turned into a cock intrinsically connected to her body, and in that time, she’d masturbated around 50 times. Claire was insatiable, rising to attention mere moments after spurting cum all over Jen’s walls. Her lust was so intense Jen could do nothing to ignore it.
 
As their orgasm was building, and Jen’s breathing grew more laboured, the online search grew less and less focused, until her eyes glazed over with a final stroke of her entire length. With a sudden and powerful spasm, her cock erupted with a massive stream of white, sticky cum, hitting the wall behind the computer desk, some hitting the monitor. When the current of ejaculate came to an end, Jennifer was spent, breathing heavily and lovingly cupping and squeezing her breasts. With Claire’s transformation, Jen had somehow grown huge tits as well, a pair of real honkers that complimented her already curvy figure perfectly. She squeezed them, pinched her nipples, rubbed them passionately, reveling in the second gift her friend had given her.
 
Claire’s voice broke the almost serene silence of Jen’s afterglow.
	“Cmon, do it again!” Despite being nothing but cockflesh between her friend’s legs, Claire had retained her sense of self, and was somehow able to communicate with Jen. Telepathically, they assumed. She had also retained her sense of hearing, but other than that, she was nothing but another part of Jen’s body now. Well, apart from the fact that she was able to control Jen’s arousal, to an extent. With no refractory period to speak of, and with the ability to grow erect at her own behest, Claire had not given Jen a moment of rest since their first shared orgasm. In spite of that, she had been the one to urge Jen into searching for a potential solution to their predicament. With that, they’d set out to find someone who could make sense of what had happened, and reverse it. Inbetween bouts of intense masturbation, of course.
 
Jen’s still erect cock reached to inbetween her breasts when she slouched. Grabbing on to it with both hands, she gave Claire a teasing squeeze.
	“I’m cutting you off for now. I think I spotted something right before you dirtied my wall again.” She reached for a handful of tissues and started wiping off the cum that  had splattered over the screen. 
	“Someone who knows what happened to me?” Jen heard in the back of her mind. She vocalized some sort of affirmation while trying to find the result that had stuck out to her. After a few seconds of scrolling, and a couple throbs in anticipation from Claire, Jen found it and started reading out loud.
	“Minerva’s Occult Emporium offers a selection of useful spells, curses and occult tools. Come by for a consultation on your magic needs today!”
	“That sounds like a scam,” Claire responded in a deadpan voice.
	“It’s the only promising place nearby. Would you mind calming down until we get there?” Claire giggled in response, and with a sigh, Jen grabbed her left testicle with one hand, and her raging erection with the other, starting to calm Claire down herself.
 
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With Claire tucked into the roomiest pants she could find, Jen made her way to Minerva’s Occult Emporium. Her flacid cock was still a monster, and the size of her balls only added to the problem. Walking down the street with a top almost ripping at the seams from straining against her new assets, and a bulge the size of a cantaloupe in her pants, Jen was certainly a sight to behold. Luckily, the bodacious duo managed to make their way to the shop without public humiliation beyond the astounded looks of passerbys who could not believe their eyes. 
 
Minerva’s Occult Emporium was located in a dark alleyway, far from what would be considered reputable establishments, but the dark atmosphere lent it a sense of mystery. A bell signalled their arrival when Jen opened the door, entering a dank and dimly lit room filled to the brim with shelves filled with strange products, ranging from pickled eyeballs, to strange spices. In response to the bell ringing, rummaging could be heard from behind one of the shelves, and a tall woman clad in black shuffled out into the open.
	“Hello! What can I help you with?” she said, simultaneously trying to remove specks of dust from her long, raven hair. 
 
The dim light might’ve been the reason the pale woman in front of Jen didn’t immediately eye her problem, and Jen wasted no time.
	“My friend turned into a cock and wants to be changed back,” she said. The owner’s eyes started darting, and she laughed nervously. 
	“Sorry,” she stammered, “I’d rather you leave if you’re here to play a prank.” 
	“I’m dead serious,” Jen responded, stepping closer to the taller woman.
	“Magic isn’t real, child,” her eyes betraying the fact that she did not believe her own words. Finally standing face to face with the woman, Jen grabbed her hand and guided it to her junk, making her squeeze it lightly. Claire gasped in surprise, and the woman’s eyes widened.
 
Without saying a word, the woman went to the entrance and locked the door, and guided Jen to the backroom. She introduced herself as Minerva, the owner, and sat Jen down in a soft chair before leaving the room in a hurry. Jen wondered in silence whether she’d gone too far, but she was certain Minerva could help Claire. Regardless, the sudden stimuli had roused Claire, and being a literal dick, she had decided she wanted to be played with. The growing organ strained against its confines.
	“This is not the time,” Jen hissed to her cohabitant. 
	“How do you plan on explaining without showing me off?” Claire said mischievously. Blood continued to engorge her body, and Jen scurried to pull of her increasingly strained pants. Just as they fell to her ankles, and her balls came to a rest on the soft fabric of the chair, Minerva entered the room again, one cup of hot beverage in each hand.
 
They both froze. Minerva’s expression was a combination of wonder, surprise and fear. Jen’s was one of boundless embarrassment. 12 inch cock at full mast, in front of a stranger, spreading its musk all over said stranger’s furniture. 
	“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Jen managed to stammer out before being interrupted.
	“So this is your friend turned cock?” Minerva said, putting down the cups, studying the pulsating organ in front of her. Jen was speechless, and could only watch as the woman closed in on her, eyeing her cock hungrily with her jet black eyes.
	“Yes, that’s right,” she finally managed to respond as Minerva came to a stop in front of her, looking down from above.
	“What spell did you use?” Minerva licked her black lipstick, rousing Jen’s throbbing hardness even further.
	“It just happened by itse-” Jen was rudely interrupted again, but this time it was by Minerva’s hand wrapping around her shaft. Both Jen and Claire yelped in unison as the older woman started jerking them off, slowly.
	“Don’t stop talking,” Minerva said as she started gently massaging Jen’s huge balls. The incredibly sensitivity of her cock made it difficult for Jen to focus, and her speech became slow and unfocused.
	“It happened by itself,” she said, and moaned as Minerva’s hand jerked the entire length of her shaft. “Claire, the one who’s inside there, told me she merged into me while I was asleep.” Jen’s breathing grew heavier as Minerva slathered her hand in spit and started massaging her cockhead the size of a fist. “She- she doesn’t know why it happened either.” Any further communication was impossible for Jen as Minerva doubled her efforts and started jerking her off with both hands, the orgasmic pressure building rapidly in her nethers. With a set of increasingly intense moans, Jen’s scrotum tightened, and the girl turned cock launched several jets of hot white cum into their, splashing against the roof to Minerva’s amazement.
 
Minerva sat back up and wiped her hands on her black dress.
	“I see. I should be able to undo the transformation,” she said and went to take a sip of her drink before cum started dripping down on her. “For a price.” Jen was barely able to process Minerva’s words. The orgasms she’d shared with Claire were all intense, but even moreso when it was someone else’s hands jerking her off.
	“What do you need,” Jen said after having catched her breath.
	“I’d usually charge upwards of a ten thousand dollars for a spell like this, but since I’ve taken pity on you, I’ll let you have it for free if you’re a good fuck.” Minerva eyed the still rock hard Claire before putting down her cup again. “What do you say?” Before Jen even had time to respond, Claire interjected.
	“Don’t you dare say no! If you won’t let me fuck this pussy before turning back, I won’t ever forgive you,” Claire said eagerly in the back of Jennifer’s mind. The logistics of such an arrangement were a mystery. No ordinary woman could take the monster Claire had become. But on the other hand, Minerva did not appear to be any ordinary woman. With a curt nod, Jen agreed to the proposition.
 
	“Now, I’ll undo the transformation once you’ve proven that you can wield that piece of meat between your legs, alright?” Minerva said as she started undressing, wringing her way out of her dress. Jen finally got a good look at her as she stripped. She was gorgeous in a domineering way. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent, her face soft, but striking. Her body was thick in all the right places, despite her considerable height, and while not quite as large as Jen’s new assets, her tits were almost begging to be groped. Minerva removed her bra and revealed her pert nipples to the air, making sure to put on a show for Jen who was staring, mouth agape.
 
At last, Minerva stood in front of Jen in all her naked glory. 
	“Let’s get to it,” she said, and bent over the table, moving the cups out of the way. “Don’t worry, I can take that monster of yours, no problem.” Almost as if in a trance, Jen moved towards Minerva’s presented ass. Guiding her dick to the other woman’s opening, she grabbed her ass cheeks and thrust forward with incredible fervor, bottoming out in an instant. Both women screamed in pleasure, reveling in the intense stimulation they both felt. Jen could feel drool building up in her mouth. The incredible tightness, the hotness of Minerva’s pussy, how her entire cock was being caressed from all angles, the pleasure was completely different from her masturbation, even from when Minerva jerked her off. 
	“I’ll start moving,” Jen said inbetween moans of ecstasy. Minerva didn’t respond, or her response couldn’t be discerned from her orgasmic twisting and moans.
 
Pulling back from the witch’s pussy, it almost felt as if Minerva’s pussy refused to let go of the cock that was making her stomach bulge. With every thrust from behind, her breathing grew heavier, and the puddle of drool that was pooling on the table expanded. Jen’s movements were amateurish, untrained, but her cock was so incredible it was no matter. Every thrust made her feel fuller than she’d ever felt before, every time she pulled away, she longed to be impaled again. She felt the throbbing of the organ inside her as if it was her own heartbeat, every pulse bringing her closer to orgasm.
 
Jen could feel Minerva spasm around her cock. The witch’s orgasm was as apparent as black on white, but Jen was still not finished. She picked up the pace, massaging her new tits while pistoning in and out of the delirious woman under her. With every thrust she could feel herself getting closer to cumming, with every thrust she could hear Claire’s moans of ecstasy in the back of her mind. It was a pleasure unlike anything any of them had ever felt before, and as Jen’s cock grew even further with its rising orgasm, they were all losing their grip on reality.
 
	“I’m about to cum!” Jen’s thrusts were getting more desperate, more frantic, as her orgasm was tantalizingly close. Images of pregnancy and parenthood flashed across her mind. She wouldn’t mind leaving Minerva with something to remember her by, but she decided against it. Better not incur the wrath of a witch. But when Jen tried to pull out, she was unable to. Something blocked her, despite her best attempts. As desperation overcame her, she could do nothing but bottom out inside the witch as her cock erupted inside its first pussy. Jen could hear Claire’s orgasmic whimpers, but under her own orgasm, she barely noticed. Jets and jets of cum pumped out of Jen’s cock and into the woman who was lying almost unconscious on the table. With every spurt, the resistance grew, but no cum could get out of Minerva’s womb and around the monster cock that blocked the passage to the outside. Her stomach bulged as the cum continued to pump into her, and when Jen finally grew soft, and collapsed on the ground, the cum could finally come gushing out of her, falling to the floor in large dollops.
 
After a while, the two women had found their bearings. Minerva was gently caressing her stomach, still swollen with Jen’s cum.
	“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Jen said reluctantly, lowering her gaze. Minerva looked at her in surprise.
	“I’m shocked you even tried to pull out. Don’t worry, my goal was always to get pregnant by you,” she said and laughed. Jen laughed nervously in response. “Don’t worry, I will bear this responsibility by myself. I’m sure our child will be very gifted.” Jen glanced back up at Minerva’s face, and was greeted by a warm, happy smile. One that bore no sign of malicious intent. She could finally lower her shoulders. “Well, a promise is a promise,” Minerva continued, and started to chant in an unfamiliar tongue.
	“Wait!” Jen shouted. Minerva looked at her, perplexed. “I think she’s passed out from the orgasm.” Jen looked at her now soft cock, trying to reach out to Claire, just to be sure. “I don’t want her to change back.”
	“You want her to stay as she is?” Minerva repeated after her. Jen nodded. “She might never forgive you if she finds out you lied to her.”
	“I’ll tell her the spell didn’t work, that you couldn’t fix it. I’ve loved her for so long, and I want to be this close with her forever!” Jen said, tears welling in her eyes. Minerva sighed, and rubbed her temple.
	“Well, I won’t force you to separate. I’ll be here if you change your mind, however.” She looked Jen sternly in the eyes, before her expression softened. “But feel free to pass by whenever. Don’t forget that it’s your child I’ll be carrying,” she said with a sly wink, making Jen blush.
 
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Later that day, Jen could hear Claire stirring in the back of her mind.
	“What’s going on?” Claire asked, drowzily. “It didn’t work, did it?”
	“It didn’t,” Jen responded, now back at home, trying to get comfortable with the huge thing between her legs.
	“I told you it was a scam.”
	“You don’t sound disappointed,” Jen remarked, her thighs brushing against her cock as she readjusted her position.
	“If I get to fuck some more pussy before turning back, that’d be great,” Claire said and laughed. Jen laughed too, and smiled as Claire grew hard. “We’ll just have to continue like this until we figure something out.”