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Topic: Worse Mistakes - by BD-Acht

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Worse Mistakes
By BD-Acht

Listening to soft snores, wrapped in a comforting heat, she pondered her situation. She enjoyed the air; however stuffy it may be. Her boyfriend lay next to her, head drooping on their soft mattress. Early predawn light filtered through soft cloth. Mh, it certainly could have ended up worse.

Yesterday, Samantha had tried something new. It was in her nature after all, transmogrification was her aptitude. She was a witch, self-taught and trained (not counting the sentient text here and there), something Adam had learned after a good and long while into the relationship. Her specialty was transformation. Animals, objects, even stranger forms weren’t an issue for her.

She loved her aptitude in all its forms…coincidentally something Adam learned along with that earlier tidbit. After quite a bit of explaining, he came around (the wonders of being able to be anyone and do almost anything in bed, Sam would say).

Last night she decided to try something in a new tome of hers. She had been putting off looking through it (garage sale witchery was as unpredictable as it was cheap, but damn! Five bucks?! What a steal) but decided tonight was the night. Especially since Adam had got her feeling frisky this morning for when he got back from work and the tome’s title was “Twisted Lust: A Guide in Sexual Transformations”. The fucking thing was like a playboy stash for a teenager to her. Boredom, lust, and magic. What could go wrong?

It looked like her bargain bin book was more than worth the price. After an hour of reading (and flicking more than just pages) she settled on a spell to try. Relatively straightforward and it promised to, “Experience sex closer than ever before.” It certainly read like a shrinking spell from her skimming, and Adam had spoken longingly of such a transformation before. Woohoo. She tidied up the house, assembled the ingredients (three teaspoons of lady lube? Hell yeah for efficiency), and she waited for her lover’s arrival.

It took a large amount of willpower to not shove her tongue down his throat at the door, but she managed to tell him she had a plan for the night. He was more than agreeable. Apparently, he had been feeling just as randy as she was all day at work. Ah, true love folks. And so she began the spell. It was an easy one. Just a few lines of a dead language and let the concoction simmer on a candle’s flame. Perfect, she just lit a bunch more and called it sexy. Without further to do, she sucked face with her man.

They fondled, kissed, and grinded through panting breaths and the clothes of the day. Those didn’t last long. She was gripping him, massaging gently while he did some magic of his own on her breasts, when a tingling arose in her damp nethers.

“Is that you?” he asked with a playful chuckle. Ah, so he felt it too. She just smiled and kissed him deeply, lovingly.

Within moments a euphoria struck them that had them leaning into one another for support. Their heads swam and they spiraled into darkness.

Sam awoke with a fuzzy head and a horny mind. I mean, that was great, yeah, but she really needed to actually cum…wait. Her face felt funny, puffy. Her mouth felt…sloppy(?) and, did she drink that stuff for the spell while blacked out because her mouth certainly tasted like-

Fuck, she thought as she saw her boyfriend’s huge dick throbbing turgidly inches from her face. Suddenly it clicked. Her vision flicked to two creamy soft thighs to her left and right. She smelled like she had been stuck in her panties all day and she couldn’t move her lips, well, not like the ones that could speak. She was a pussy. Her own, actually. And while that was a small relief in and of itself, it was a bit of an issue considering she had been diddling herself into a frothing mess all day. The fact that Adam’s man meat was oh so tantalizingly close wasn’t helping either. She dripped. Fuck. She tried to change back but it was no good. Even if she could (which she wasn’t sure of) it was a bit hard (unf) when every single thought oozed back into something concerning sex. Fuck!

From the way Adam’s cock was flexing wildly (well, as much as it could. He was solid) the spell had affected him as well. Great, she just wanted a sexy night and she had turned them both into slobbering, throbbing fuc-

“Whu, what was that?” Adam said from above.

Sam cooed. “Mmmh I don’t know but I doooon’t think that’s how it was supposed to go.” Sam felt something her mound, the iconic sound of nails against bristly hair loud down here. Oooohkay, so they just got copy pasted down here? “Should I try it again?”

Suddenly Sam felt her world, that is to say her whole former body, shift and fall. Helplessly she fell with her own glistening thighs. She was squished as her body landed on the mattress and then closed her legs pleasurably against her. This was weird. She knew everything she was feeling. Labia, clit, vagina, grool, and all. But it was so much…closer, and she couldn’t help but try and equate everything to her face. But it wasn’t a face. It was her cunt. She was just a fuckhole between her own legs that would endlessly drip and ooze and why was she still so fucking turned on!?! That classic ache for cock, for hard hot filling throbbed within her. It was so intense now. If-if she didn’t get fucked she felt like she might die.

“Honey I don’t think I can wait,” Adam growled, voice making Sam feel tingly. Her vision opened up with her thighs and a monkey wrench was tossed into the machinery of her mind. She felt her lips come unstuck, her thighs and legs stretching up and away from her, perfectly framing Adam. She could see him in the candlelight, all male and hot and ready. Of course, her vision was locked on the real Adam. He had (presumably) stopped freaking out, as the vein covered pole was now still besides its throbbing. A bead of perfect glistening pre dotted his fat purple tip.

Her mind barely ground back as she watched that lovely shaft float toward her upon her lover’s body. Shit. She was about to get fucked with everything she was. It was massive. God she needed it with all that she was. She drooled, unable to help it. Her lips parted invitingly. This probably felt too natural, but she couldn’t care less. As he leaned in to kiss her body above, she in turned kissed her Adam. Sam quivered as that delicious head glided over her inarticulate lips crudely. Her mind roiled as she thought of all that meat, all of it hers, and how it could fill her every fold. That dumb, lusty haze clarified a bit as she realized who this glorious cock was. This was Adam, her lover, her man. Her love. Her dick. Every time it pulled just out of reach was like torture as she was unable to follow.

Finally, she felt him stay pressed to her entrance, depths contracting around nothing, disappointment somehow filling her every time. Then, with the most amazing, wonderful, delicious sensation, he penetrated her. If she still had them, her eyes would have rolled, toes would curl, she would have been speaking in tongues. Her entrance opened around him happily, stretching her in a way so wonderful she couldn’t describe it if she wanted to. There was a lewd cacophony as she could intimately listen to herself being parted by Adam’s bulging head. But that was all part of the experience, as was the decadent scent of his manhood, and the taste of his length and pre. And the best part was, it didn’t stop. She watched, thoughtless in pleasure, as vein and ridge and inch after inch of him disappeared inside her. She fluttered around him, too engrossed in being filled to properly grip him.

After an eternity of bliss, her lips kissed his base. This was it. They were together, closer than they would have ever conceived. Every fiber of her being intertwined with every fiber of his. She squeezed him, letting him know she was there, savoring his every part. He flexed in return. This was love distilled. This was sex purified. Her mind frazzled again as he was withdrawn, grool painted shaft pulling out easily. She felt a deep despair as he pulled away, her walls filling the void he left, despite that fact she should know what was about to happen. Samantha’s thoughts were banished into a molten horny haze as Adam thrust into her.

It was about now that the sex began in earnest. Thrust after thrust penetrated into Sam’s very core. She squeezed him on every downstroke, then relaxing to allow him deeper inside again and again. At this point the genitals weren’t thinking, exactly. They just were. Carnal instincts written into their very flesh guided them, the consciousnesses inside embodying them fully. The bodies they were attached to moaned and kissed and did all the things people do when they make love. But Sam and Adam were there, at the very core of it. The very act of it.

Finally, the pounding picked up until Adam was hilted inside her, twitching. She was gripping him hard, her own climax boiling over as his began to erupt. Hot goo filled her deepest depths as Adam came with all his thick, throbbing self. She milked him in her orgasm, massaging every last spurt into her, painting her walls with his seed. With every rhythmic clench her body was so thankful he was filling her. After countless waves of euphoria, they were spent. They snuggled, bodies and sex organs alike. Sam held him inside her lovingly, so happy as his cream came oozing down her lowest parts. Time passed in a fog, reason and logic still not returning to her.

With a slurp, Adam’s semi flaccid form withdrew. She was disappointed but contented herself on the phantom feeling of him still inside her, and of course the taste of his spunk.

It would be a few hours until rational thought came back to Sam’s pussified form. She wanted to feel disgusted. She really did…but she couldn’t. That was the most amazing thing she had ever felt, and by God, even now she thought it was hot as fuck. She spent the rest of the night between her body’s semi parted thighs. Adam was within sight beside her thankfully, the lover’s hips askew slightly. She enjoyed watching him grow hard and soft throughout the night.

When the early rays of dawn began to shine through the bedsheets over her she gave a mental sigh. She didn’t think they could turn back. She had tried, really tried despite the glorious night. Nada. Oh well. While she more than understood she was more than kinky for loving this, she could feel her mind shifting beyond that. Her lips didn’t feel so weird being vertical and she had stopped thinking of her crotch features as her face parts. Even being wet and leaky inside all the time felt natural. Yep, in a couple of days they would probably be a happy and comfortable prick and pussy.

Looking over at Adam as he plumped up again, she hoped he wasn’t upset at her. Really though, she knew him. She knew he felt what she felt. They had no plans of splitting up before their change. They would love each other like this, without all the other little distractions that being anything other than sex brought. It was purer. They completed each other. She felt herself grow wet and plush as she watched him grow hard and stiff. Hm, yeah. Definitely could have been worse.

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Re: Worse Mistakes - by BD-Acht

These are the same characters from "Worse Mistakes".

Source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29365810/

Again? Again.
By BD-Acht

“Really? After the clean up last time? You want to try it, again?” Adam was incredulous, his face matching his disbelief.

“We just got that smell out,” he said, slowly grinning at her despite himself. Samantha smirked and rolled her eyes.

“Well we know now, right? Besides…” she smugly held up an old pillowcase, “I have a solution! What? It beats a trash bag. You said condoms suck right?” Adam shook his head slowly before bursting into laughter, Sam whacking him with the empty pillowcase and chasing him into the bed room.

The pair made quite the couple. Adam had thought he hit the jackpot when he met Sam. Not only was she cute, funny, and someone he deeply related to, but her libido was more than a match for his. Which is to say they quite the horny pair. Sam thought it was a perfect match.

Adam was hot, steadfast, and thoughtful, a perfect foil to adventurous antics. One of the most exciting things though, was that he accepted her and her…hobby? What else did you call practicing profoundly sexual transformation magic? And better yet, she could rope him into her tomfoolery with minimal effort.

Sam whipped the pillowcase onto her boyfriend’s head, “Get ready. I’ll get, the stuff.” She jokingly dropped her voice an octave lower.

Adam shook his head, laughing, “I can’t fucking believe I’m letting you do this again.” He shucked off his pants before working his shirt off and playfully slinging it at Sam across the room, “I mean, what do I get from this huh?” He raised his eyebrows in mock plea.

Samantha sighed after she downed the thick juice in a vial she had pulled from her hobby drawer. Sex toys and spells, second from the top. “I don’t recall this one replacing any of, this,” she purred as she slid her pants and underwear down. She stepped around him, appraising his body the whole way before slapping his ass, “Unless you wanted to offer this up for me?” She laughed as Adam grinned, blushing.

Two weeks ago the pair had tried out a book Sam picked up from a garage sale. The first spell didn’t do much of anything. They felt a bit hornier, and they both swore their naughty bits were twitching weirdly or being distracting. After a few days though things went back to normal and, spurred on by what seemed to be a dud and hornines, they tried a new spell. The one Sam was referring to.

The moon streamed in through the blinds as Sam pushed Adam back onto the bed. Suddenly, her mouth went slack in a low moan as her eyes rolled to the ceiling. Her knees visually wobbled, making Adam chuckle and shake his head.

“Fuck I forgot how intense that arousal is,” Sam huffed. She crawled up over him, touching and stroking his body with a carnal hunger.

Adam stroked her head as she kissed his neck ravenously, “Already thinking with the other head huh?” He kissed her deeply, her tongue invading his mouth and tickling his tonsils. He tasted something tangy. Sam sat back on her haunches, her slit cradling his intensely hard dick. Something shined on her chin in the low light.

“Damn…straight…” she panted while grinding back and forth on his cock. She pinched it lightly and pointed it straight into her slick snatch, both groaning as they fell into each other. Samantha barely had time to enjoy his rod before she suddenly went rigid, an uncharacteristic clipped squeal falling from her lips. Her hands squeezed her breasts tight and Adam’s heart began to race as he recognized the shift.

Her head fell back as if in the throes of passion, which from what she recounted, she was. Her glistening chin was prominent as her neck began to fatten, her throat rounding into a softer bulge as her neck widened. The shape of her neck changed, becoming a wide barrel. The actual length stayed the same, just getting fatter, girthier. Adam shook his head again, this time in awe. Sam looked like she was over the fucking moon.

Her face was growing puffy, like it was swollen. He could only partially see it from his angle, being ridden as he was. Her pussy fluttered frantically around him, but he was more focused on her head. Wet grunts uttered from her skyward lips in time with her pulse. They soon became a silent fluid upwelling that slid down her neck. Her chin formed a cleft that grew more and more pronounced while the hard bone of her chin seemed to soften. Her silky hair seemed to disappear, sinking into her increasingly bulbous head. Her mouth shifted out of view as her jawline fattened into a fleshy ridge. Thick veins snaked up her new neck, the flesh there taut as a drum over a deeper, rigid core.

Sam’s hands fell onto his stomach and he knew she was done. Her head pulsed in the dim moonlight, the cleft that was once her petite chin was slick and shiny. Adam saw a shining bead well up at the top of her head, only to lazily roll down the side opposite of him, what used to be her forehead and hair. She swayed a bit listlessly, snatch still gripping him in time with her throbbing head.

Adam shook his head at his girlfriend, now literally a dickhead. From what she had told him, this was like the most pleasurable dream she could ever imagine. Everything was sex. A throbbing, drooling pleasure and a hunger for touch and a need to pound. There were no thoughts, just the carnal yearning of full, sexy flesh. From what they had found last time, she still had some control, but it wasn’t exactly her running the show. It was Samantha if her brain was 100% cock.

He traced her “chin” delicately, in a perverse mirror of his normal affections. She shivered, arms clumsily fumbling back to her tits. For some reason, despite how bizarre this was, he was utterly

turned on. His Sam had just made herself impossibly more sensitive, submitting herself to his ravishing touch. He gave the blind kinky girl a terribly lewd grin. He was going to show his lady the time of her life.

He readjusted so he was sitting up with her in his lap, keeping himself inside her during the maneuver. Adam’s gaze traced over what was once Sam’s beautiful face. Now it was the erect dome of a penile glans. He felt a shiver down his spine as he looked over her bulging urethra and thick shaft, the gently throbbing cap, and that thin slit. This was once his cute, expressive girlfriend, and from the shoulders down, she still was. He traced his fingers over her shoulder and up her shaft, feeling how the skin went from soft and womanly to stiff and phallic. He leaned in to plant a kiss on her spongy crease, tasting the precum that glazed her cap. Sam’s hands stopped massaging her breasts, as if reminded that her head was the very symbol of masculine pleasure.

Her hips once again started rocking as her hands went up to feel up her new noggin. Adam had to smirk as her arms trailed down to pump her shaft skin as if learning for the first time. She really was thinking with her new head. Below, he began to grind into her while his hands went to work teasing and stroking her new head. He pushed her hands down to her sides, and while they were hesitant at first, they seemed to be comfortable resting stiffly at her sides.

Adam tickled her frenulum, causing her entire body to arch, shoulders rolling upwards in an impotent thrust. Pre dribbled from her slit freely, something Adam made sure to make use of. His hands pressed into her spongy cap, gliding with a wet friction that made her body shudder and squirm. He showered her crest with kisses, tongue sliding against her ultrasensitive flesh, even darting into her slick slit. The musky smell of an excited penis filled the bedroom as she continued to throb and leak.

This teasing, stroking affair went on for a few minutes before Adam flipped Sam around, her new head resting on her pillow. He began to thrust in earnest while his hands squeezed her shaft and pumped. He laughed to himself at the facsimile of kinky choking they were making (surprisingly one of the few things they weren’t into). Her legs squirmed around him, seeming to remember their place on a female body. As he neared his climax Adam’s hands flew over Samantha’s fat dickhead, rapidly pumping her neck and frantically playing with her stiff fleshy cap.

Soon, Sam’s head swelled even fuller, purple flesh taut and shiny. Her body arched up into him rhythmically, the rest of her twitching like mad. Oh shit, the pillowcase! He fumbled the old pillowcase over her head and pulled it tight, continuing to pump her even as his own orgasm fell down upon him. As he felt his first jet of cum fly into her, there was a great sticky noise as Sam’s own spunk erupted. The pillowcase immediately went dark at the entrance to her slit, spreading as she gushed into the old cloth bag. The sheer volume of fluid made certain that a few spurts escaped through the cloth, splattering their headboard. Her orgasm lasted longer than his (no wonder, she hadn’t had a male orgasm since the last time they did this), and Adam fell upon his stiff girlfriend as she fired off her last few ropes.

Adam caught his breath while resting his head upon Sam’s, feeling it pulse as it dribbled in ecstatic aftershocks. The smell of baby batter was thick in the room. He reached up and carefully removed the cream sodden pillowcase, trying to wipe her off with the last dry parts as he pulled it free. Her head looked smaller now, its payload delivered, making her a very happy dickhead. He frowned at how the case dripped. In fact, it didn’t seem effective at all. Fuck, oh well. Maybe they would figure it out next time.

He trudged to the bathroom, plopping the spunk sock in the sink and grabbing a towel. The bag did keep the headboard from getting painted like last time, so not a complete waste. He wiped up what he could before falling back into bed. He was exhausted. Working that thick shaft of hers was tiring. The things I do for love, he thought ruefully.

She looked peaceful now with her body limp and changed bits flaccid. He pulled her close and planted a kiss on the fleshy curve of her glans. Smiling, he drifted off to sleep.

Sam awoke with a stiff neck and the funkiest taste in her mouth. More like spunkiest. She smiled and stretched, neck popping profusely. She licked some slippery “drool” off her upper lip. The morning light illuminated Adam’s nude form, half under the covers. The smell of cum was overpowering, especially for Sam who, up until about half an hour ago, did not have a nose. She snuggled up to him, kissing him as he turned towards her sleepily. He smiled and gave her a groggy laugh.

“You still taste like dick.”

“Hey! Rude,” she teased.

“And your breath. Just…wow girl.”

They both laughed sleepily, holding each other close and enjoying another morning together.

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