Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

Excellent to have more!  If only John asked Kim what she thought about her new situation...


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

Chick for a Dick: Adding to the Curriculum

Jon leaned back in his chair, pleased with his latest round of wishes. While it had been fun watching Kim get transformed into an asshole, it was a bummer that she had become Zoe’s asshole. The way Kim was now nothing more than a helpless body part was somehow incredibly enticing to him, and the fact that she had made Zoe’s ass incredibly luscious and made her practically a nympho only added to the thrill of the change. But it was still his sister. There was no way he was going to explore that any further. So, that meant plan B...

Jon took his first good look around the room. Sure, he had glanced at the class when he first walked in, but Zoe had been his primary focus. Now that she had left, he had the chance to take in the room in its entirety. Ms. Lee was jabbering away about the structure of government bodies. The students were in various levels of alertness, but most had settled into the hazy stupor that so many find themselves in during a boring morning class.

Jon focused on Ms. Lee. She was a short woman in her late thirties, her black hair was pulled up into a conservative, but fashionable, style. She had on a pair of glasses which perfectly accented her almond shaped eyes and she was dressed in a professional looking black pencil skirt with a white blouse and cream colored heels. In many ways, she reminded Jon of Jaqi Pyon. But as where Jaqi was practically the walking stereotype of the sexy teacher, Ms. Lee was just a teacher who happened to be attractive.

Attractive, but not very exciting, Jon thought. Let’s see if I can change that.

“Ms. Lee, honestly, what’s your first name?”

The teacher stopped mid-sentence and focused entirely on him. “Melinda,” she responded casually. Jon smiled and stood up. He strolled confidently towards the front of the room and moved next to Ms. Lee, Melinda, then turned to look back at the class. His eyes roamed over the female students. To his right, sitting on the outside aisle was a particularly cute girl.

“Melinda, do you enjoy teaching civics?” he asked as he made his way towards the girl he’d spotted. “Not really,” the teacher answered behind him.

“Then why are you teaching it?”

“I had wanted to teach sociology when I’d first gotten hired, but there wasn’t a position available. A crappy job is better than no job, so  I took what I could get. After being involved with this curriculum for so long, the administration didn’t really want to let me go into a different area so they stonewalled me. A crappy job is still better than no job, so here I am.”

Jon was only half listening as he had made his way to the girl who had caught his eye and was now inspecting her closely. She had prominent cheekbones, full lips, and stunning ice-blue eyes. Her body was attractive, but not particularly noteworthy. But that didn’t matter for what he was planning. “Honestly,” he said as he stares into her piercing eyes, “can you stick your tongue out as far as you can?” The girl immediately opened her mouth and her tongue poured out of her mouth, reaching all the way to the bottom of her chin.


Jon looked away from his discovery and returned to scanning the room. “Melinda, honestly, what was that you were saying about sociology?” He began to walk up and down the rows of desks, checking out all of the girls in their seats as he passed.

“I was always fascinated with the study of subcultures within society and the interactions between people, but I had always wanted to teach, too. I had hoped to combine my two interests and be able to teach my passion.”

Jon looked up from the latest girl he had been checking out during Melinda’s explanation. Teach her passion... now there’s an idea. Jon looked at the next girl in the row and froze in his tracks. She was incredibly thin, well toned arms, and had a flat stomach. She had to be an athlete of some sort. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Jon leaned in so he was looking into her eyes and asked, “Honestly, could you please stand up?” The thin girl lifted herself gracefully out of the seat and stood before him. She was almost completely flat chested with only pert A-cups at best and a small, but toned, butt.


Jon pointed at the pretty girl with the beautiful face. “I wish she,” he then pointed to the thin girl in front of him, “was her ‘fucking asshole’ the way Kim is Zoe’s ’fucking asshole.’”


The change was exactly what Jon had hoped for. The once rail thin girl standing before him now sported an absolutely enormous bubble butt that looked ridiculously out of place of her otherwise highly toned body. The icy-eyed girl made had one hell of an ass.

It suddenly dawned on him that he didn’t even know either of these girls' names. They have been arbitrarily picked and now their lives, especially the newly created butt-girl’s, had been changed forever. Nobody, not ever her or her new host, would ever realize that she had even been a person in the first place...

That was so hot.

Jon had warped them for his own amusement and it had gone perfectly. And he wasn’t done yet. While his one wish per person had changed a random classmate into this girl’s ass, a wish had not been used on the host yet. He still had a wish remaining he could use on her. And he knew exactly what he wanted to use it fo-

“Jon, I don’t mind if you join my class, but please refrain from being a distraction.”

Jon looked at Melinda and found that she was staring him down. And so was the girl standing in front of him. And the rest of the class. Someone snickered and it was then Jon realized his pants were tentpoling with a noticeable erection.

Jon blushed and internally cursed his mistake. He went unnoticed by everyone while he had someone enthralled with his truth trance, but his wish to make a new ass-girl had ended the trance. He was standing in the middle of the room, face-to-face with a random girl, sporting a hard-on.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to work. He was in charge. Nobody embarrassed him!

“Melinda, honestly, what’s two plus two?”


Now that he had reestablished the trance, he was free to do as he pleased. And what he pleased was getting payback for being laughed at. He turned towards the girl he had transformed and looked into her eyes. “Honestly, why don’t you wait out in the hall for me?”

The girl turned and walked towards the door, her hips swinging wildly and her new ass bounced noticeably with each step.

Jon looker across the faces of everyone in the room. Although he had seen a few of these students in the halls, he didn’t know any of them. They had laughed at him, they had never torment him or really done anything to him. Jon took a breath and calmed himself. He would show them mercy for their slight against him.

He would only mess with them a little bit.

He looked back at Melinda Lee, who had gone back to teaching once he had moved the focus of his questioning to the girl who now stood in the hallway. She was a little older than he’d usually go for, bust still pretty fuckable. And she had said she wanted to teach “interactions between people” and her “passion,” so Jon would benevolently help that be the case.

Jon stepped out into the hallway and was pleased to find his new prize was obediently waiting for him, staring off with an empty gaze into the distance. “Would you please start heading down the hall and look for an empty classroom?” The girl started walking forward, glancing into the classrooms she passed as she made her way down the hall. Jon looked back into the room he had just exited.

“I wish Melinda Lee’s class was not a civics class but was instead a sex immersion class that was open to those of legal age and it explored positions, acts, fetishes, toys, and all aspects of sex and even incorporated practice between the classmates and Madame Lee herself providing hands on instruction.”


Jon smiled widely as the class had changed from an everyday classroom lecture to a male student kneeling in front of Madame Lee, whose red latex dress was hiked up to expose her black thigh high boots and dripping wet snatch, which the boy was eagerly licking away at. Through her gasps and coos, the instructor was explaining the nuances of his technique to the rest of the class, who were in various stages of dress as they fondled themselves, as well as each other, openly at the sight of the demonstration being presented at the front of the room. This was made easier by the fact that the room was no longer filled with desks but was instead equipped with couches, a couple beds, and even several love-swings hanging from brackets in the ceiling.

Not so unusual to have a hard-on in the room anymore, is it? Jon though. But, he felt like the students weren’t getting the full experience. After all, only the guys in the class knew what it was like to have to deal with an erection in class. That wasn’t very fair.

“I wish that whenever these students experience an orgasm or give an orgasm with anyone else who is currently in the classroom that their genitals would swap with their partner and that these swaps would not continue after the class has ended until the next class period for this course.”


Jon watched as one boy reclining on a couch tensed up and the girl who was jacking him off leaned forward and open her mouth wide, ready to accept his load. Just as the boy bucked at the beginning of the orgasm, a pussy instantaneously replaced his dick, which started to twitch and leak as its new owner came. The boy let out an aroused whimper as his partner slowly inserted two fingers into his slit and began to pleasure him again with his unnoticeably new equipment. A different girl moved closer to the pair and laid down on the floor between the first girl’s legs before beginning to suck on her new cock.

Meanwhile, Madame Lee let out a loud moan and then a groan as she grabbed onto the head of the student kneeling before her. She stood ridged for several moments, visibly week in the knees. After some heavy panting, she let out a content sigh and stepped back, her new dick sliding out if the mouth of the student it had formerly belonged to with a wet slurp.

“Very good, Brad,” the sex teacher praised the kneeling boy as she looked down at her wet cock. “You even swallowed it all. Class, take note of that.”

Jon nodded to himself. Melinda was sure to enjoy her job much more now, the class was much less boring for everyone, and there was even a chance that the students might actually end up with their original parts once the class was done (although he doubted it). But after laughing at him, they go off lucky.

“Now, where did my newly created ass duo end up?”


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

Chick for a Dick: Unusual Anal

As he walked down the hall in the direction that his new creation had gone, Jon reflected on what a fun day he was having. First period wasn’t even over yet and he had already made so many wonderful changes. As he approached the nearby restrooms, he could clearly hear his sister emitting an endless stream of loud grunts, strained moans, an angry curses from within. Jon hesitate for a moment, his curiosity getting the better of him, and he let himself into the girls’ room.

Jon had to admit he was a bit disappointed as he stepped into the forbidden room. He had expected it to be a totally different from the men's room. The fantasy so many high school boys dream about. Instead, the inside looked very much like the boys’ room except there were extra stalls where the urinals would have been, making a total of four. The largest of the the four had its door closed, and was the source of the torment sounds.

He strode confidently towards the closed door, letting his heavy footsteps be heard moving nearer. Zoe let out an embarrassed, tired whine. Jon had to repress the urge to laugh as he slowly gave three soft knocks on the closed door. The response was immediate.


The scream echoed against the tile walls until it faded away, leaving the room silent once again. The peace was short lived, however, as a strained grunt escaped from within the locked stall.

“Zoe, honestly, could you open the door?”

Jon stepped back as the door unlatched and swung outward to reveal the spectacle that his sister had become. Her face and chest were flushed red and her skin was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. She was holding onto the support railing bolted into the wall while prone in a half squat position and was biting down on the metal buttplug that had until recently been in Kim’s mouth. Looking behind Zoe, her newly expanded ass jutting out, it’s expansive crack slightly spread just enough for him to make out Kim’s mouth. The transformed asshole-girl’s face looked almost as strained as Zoe’s, but Kim’s eyes also shone with a primal lust and her muffled groans told Jon that the bowling ball that his sister was trying to pass was currently suck within Kim’s new mouth and was unable to move any further.

Looking the rest of his sister’s “tag-a-longs” over, it was clear the pleasure their host’s new addition was feeling was being sent to the rest of them as Zoe’s boobs and pussy were all in an almost comatose stupor. While Zoe was definitely feeling immense pleasure from having her nymphomaniacal asshole filled to its maximum limits, it was clear any enjoyment she may have gotten from the experience was undercut by the pain and discomfort of trying to pass the magically created bowling ball bowel blockage.

While Jon was having fun messing with the very fabric of reality, he didn’t want anyone to suffer from it. After all, there was a big difference between serving riotous justice (like turning an asshole into an asshole), and causing someone to live a painful experience. But if you wanted to get technical, it was Zoe who made that particular wish, so it wasn’t really Jon’s fault. And it wasn’t like Kim had any memory of being anything other than a sentient asshole, so it’s not like it was messing with her that much.

But those technicalities aside, this was a wish that needed a little... correction.

Jon took one last look at his naked, straining sister before exiting out of the bathroom. As he did, he saw the girl he’d just transformed in Ms. Lee’s class walking back towards the classroom they’d just left. He quickly moved in from of her until his gaze was lined up with her eyes and asked “Honestly, where are you going?”

The girl stopped and looked at him. “I came back to my senses and was standing outside an empty classroom and didn’t know why I was there. I’m going back to Madame Lee’s sexual immersion class.” Jon sighed. These distractions are getting annoying.

“Where was this empty classroom?”

“Go to the intersection, turn right, third door on the left.”

“Can you please go there again and wait for me inside the room?”

The girl once again turned around and headed back down the hallway, the scene silent except for her footsteps echoing off of the lockers, and Zoe’s resumed groans from the bathroom. Once the girl was out of sight, Jon reached into his pocket and pulled out the stone. I know I said one wish per person today, but rules were meant to be broken.

“I wish that, while some of Zoe’s craps might be uncomfortable and embarrassing, that she will not experience any unbearable pain and that her body is capable of passing anything she produces and will return to the shape she was before taking a dump.”


There was an intense cry from the other side of the girls’ room door followed by the loud bang of a very heavy object slamming on to the tile floor. Jon took a moment to listen and could hear heavy breathing along with multiple voice humming as if in the afterglow of an intense orgasm.

Another satisfied wish recipient. And now, it’s time for my satisfaction.


A quick right at the intersection and the third door on the left later and Jon found himself standing at the door to an almost empty classroom, the sole occupant looking around in confusion. As per his trance induced suggestion the girl had gone to the room and stayed there, but she seemed very confused as to why she was there. Jon stepped into the room and closed the door firmly, causing the girl to jumping. Her ass bounced hypnotically from her jolt and when she twirled to face him Jon almost expected its added mass to throw her off balance.

“Oh! Hey, Jon. I kinda zoned out, I guess. Is the class moving over here? I don’t know why I left Madame Lee’s room. I mean, maybe I-“

“I wish it was perfectly acceptable to ass fuck this girl in this classroom during the school day.”


The girl’s demeanor immediately changed. Whereas she had just been confused and unsure of herself, she now stood proudly in the center of the room as if she owned it. She reached back with her right hand and rubber her round ass through her yoga pants. “Fuck, Jon. Hurry up and fill my tight asshole. Like, right now! Don’t you dare keep me waiting any longer.”

Jon smiled smugly and stepped forward.


Karyn awoke with a flame in her breast. She had drifted in and out of sleep a few times already, which was typical. After all, Jon was such a horn-dog that he was bound to get aroused regularly throughout the day. A passing glance at some cutie might cause a twitch of lustful electricity to pass through her, but she would usually just shake those off and go back to sleep. It was also not uncommon for Jon to get a good chub going, causing her limp body to flex and straighten beyond her control, the impulse to be used beginning to fill her. Sometimes Jon would try to resist her getting hard and could get her to go soft again. Other times, he would have wound her up too much and she couldn’t help herself but to revel in the arousal and anticipation of pleasure that permeated her body. It wasn’t what a good penis should do, acting beyond what he wanted, but the sensations coursing through her cock-body were just too power to ignore.

And she was a cock. She may look like a miniature girl without arms sticking out from her best friend’s crotch, but to everyone she was just a piece of Jon’s anatomy. His most intimate piece of anatomy. And she couldn’t have been happier. Karyn was back where she belonged: in Jon’s pants. Even being gone for half a day from the sweet pleasure of being between his legs had been so... bland.

But now... now she felt more alive than she ever had as a human. Her body pulsed with pleasure, hardening in exquisite expectation, the testicles below her hilt were throbbing in anticipation of the load that she was undeniably going to feel coursing through her. Fuck, she couldn’t wait to taste Jon’s cum again. But what else would she get to taste? What sweet little piece of ass had Jon gotten for them this time? Some timid wallflower who was about to loose her mind once Jon lowered his pants and pulled out her girthy body? Some teacher who couldn’t help but give their favorite student’s cock an enthusiastic blowjob? Whatever it was, it was going to happen. This wasn’t just some random daydream that had set him off, not even some flirtation that had teased his lusts. Karyn didn’t get this hard, this eager, this fucking horny unless Jon was about to use her. She was going to be used as a dick. Shoved into some warm, tight, wet pussy and feeling herself practically drowning in the girl’s juicy slit. Or having a tongue almost as big as herself dragged across her body until she was slurred up into a waiting mouth and felt pressured pull her in every direction as it began to suck on her.

Karyn felt herself quiver at the thought of it and let out a sharp gasp as a thick glob of precum shot up her length and splashed against the inside of Jon’s underwear that her face was being pressed into. The smell of the pungent, salty liquid filled her cramped accommodations and she hummed to herself as she rubbed her face into the wet fabric, smelling its musk and licking its sweet saltiness. But that musk was also her own, as the cum was also her own. Her cum. The very thought sent another ripple through her as more clear liquid coated her face and ran down to her breasts. This is what she was. A penis. Her only functions were to piss and to fuck. She had no other desires, no other goal, no other purpose, no other future that that.

It was wonderful. She was home.

Just when Karyn was beginning to fear her euphoria was going to cause her to accidentally blow their load right into Jon’s pants, she felt Jon’s beginning to pull at his belt and zipper and her clothe confines were suddenly pulled away.

Karyn felt her full length stretch out in unrestricted glory. She was a magnificent cock and she flexed with all her might as she fell forward to emphasize her impressive length to whatever lucky girl was about to experience her pleasure. Karyn blinked her eyes as they adjusted to the blinding light she was now exposed to. She looked up and took in the sight of the giant standing before her. Well, “giant” from Karyn’s perspective. Based on how far her head was from the floor beneath Karyn’s turgid body, she would have guessed this girl could only have been around five feet tall, meaning when Karyn was human she would have stood half a foot higher than this girl. But now she was only a foot long piece of meat sticking out from Jon’s legs. The thought only increased Karyn’s arousal.

The girl seemed to be lost in her own lust as well. She looked down at Karyn with an expression of pleasant shock as her mouth hung opened with a perverse smile and a desire burning in her eyes. “Holy fucking shit, Jon! How did you keep this monster packed away in there?! I mean fucking look at it!” Her hand snapped out and grasped Karyn just under her neck where it began to squeeze and fondle Karyn’s tits. The act pulled a grunt from Jon and a lustful moan from Karyn before it was cut off by more precum filling her throat and mouth. “I mean, it’s almost as thick as my wrist! I’ve never taken anything this big before!”

Silence hung in the air between them. Nobody said anything. Slowly, the girl slid her hand down the entire length of Karyn’s body before reaching past her, cupping Jon’s balls, and then running a single fingernail along Karyn from her pussy, between her tits, and to her neck, causing the cock-girl to shudder and drool more of her pungent juices onto the floor.

“I can’t wait to find out how it feels,” she said coyly.

She turned around and it was then Karyn’s turn for her jaw to drop. The ass on this girl was amazing! It was so pert and round, and even the simple act of taking steps to turn around caused it to bounce wildly in front of her. Karyn actually strained to try an get closer so she could rub her head against the girls pants, but Karyn was firmly rooted to Jon and wasn’t go anywhere without him putting her there.

The girl seemed to notice Karyn’s reaction as a wide smile spread across her face. She hooked her fingers into the waistline and pushed down. And the clothing was peeled off, the plump flesh of her ass seemed to roll out of their confines.

That ass was a work of art, and Karyn had a feeling judging by the way it was looking back at her that it was thinking the same thing about her.

The ass had the most stunning pair of bright blue eyes Karyn had seen. They were wide as they looked at her, traveling up and down her length. Then, the skin around the eyes wrinkled as if they were smiling at her before the ass gave her a playful wink. It was then the realization hit Karyn. Wait... I’m not just going to fuck her from behind... I’m going to be fucking her in the behind!

As if hearing her, the bubble-butted-bitch reached behind herself and spread apart her massive cheeks to fully present her asshole. It was the sexiest asshole Karyn had ever seen. Its plump lips looked soft and inviting, and the way it was crammed into the thin girl’s butt crack was just so cute. Then, its lips parted and a long velvety tongue extended out. Karyn watched in eager fascination as the tongue reached all the way down to the wet pussy that was beneath it, parted the moist lips, and brought up a liberal coating of the girl’s arousal which the asshole then spread around by licking everywhere that magnificent tongue could reach.

“Fill me up! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me gag of that monster cock! I want to feel it in  all the way back in our guts!” the asshole urged. It opened as wide as it could and stuck out its tongue as far as it would go, giving Karyn a full view of what awaited her.

I haven’t even been a penis again for two hours and now I’m about to get shoved inside a gaping, horny asshole...

I’m the luckiest cock in the world!

With that thought, Karyn felt Jon wrap his hand around her, line her up with the welcoming maw before her, and was plunged inside its dark, tights depths.


Jon let out an loud grunt as he thrust into the newly created asshole girl’s mouth. He had expected a sensation comparable to an enthusiastic blowjob. But this was so much more powerful than that. The asshole’s mouth clamped shut on him as soon as he had fit just a few inches of his length into her. The pressure on his dick was unbelievably tight. It was anal sex on steroids. The same incredible tightness from a normal asshole, only this one was sucking, and moaning, and using its mouth to try and pull more of his dick into herself.

The host, meanwhile, was screaming and convulsing as her horny asshole took in more and more dick. If she hadn’t been so firmly mounted to Jon’s cock, she probably would have collapsed to the floor in a quivering, cumming mess. She bucked and gyrated, long ago having let go of her ass cheeks and had started fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit.

Jon was trying to thrust as hard as he could into the conjoined girls, but the asshole had such a tight grip on his cock that he could barely pull back any of his length to plunge it forward again. Instead, the girl-turn-asshole was slowly and methodically sucking more of his length in until he was fully inside her and then began to milk his cock with her new mouth. Jon gave a jolt as he felt something run along his dick and realized it was the host’s fingers that were furiously fingered her pussy.

“Fuck me, Jon! Fuck my tight, slut ass! Pound it, you son of a bitch! Make me cum! Make my slut ass your bitch!”

Jon reeled. Everything came into such sharp focus. This foul mouthed slut had, less than an hour before, been a quiet student taking notes in a civics class. Her own asshole that was currently sucking his dick like it had never been sucked before had been just one of her classmates. Maybe they were friends. Maybe they hated each other. Who would ever know? Because this was all they were now. A slut and her ass.

And Jon loved it.

Hearing his latest project begging to pound the ass he had turned her classmate into tipped Jon over the edge. His balls tensed as he felt himself about to cum deep inside the girls’ new bowels. Sensing his imminent orgasm, the asshole girl somehow clamped down even tighter on his dick, and as her lover’s massive cock beginning to twitch and cum inside her horny ass caused the host to experience her own orgasm, turning her into a twitching, gasping, squeaking mess that slowly sank to the floor and, due to her ass’ tight grip on Jon’s dick, pulled him down with her.

Jon rested on his knees, catching his breath while his partner was resting on her knees and face with her ass sticking up in the air. She was completely unresponsive, breathing rapidly and giving the occasional twitch. The asshole seemed equally satisfied, her eyes half opened with a lethargic haze in them. She was still trying to suck occasionally on Jon’s softening dick, which would cause him to twitch and try to pull out, making the asshole-girl to try to hold him inside her, which would in turn cause her host to spasm in turn. Eventually, the ass-girl seemed to either pass out or reach a level of satisfaction because her mouth finally relaxed and Jon pulled his dick out with a wet slurp.

Jon rose up on his unsteady legs and looked down at his dick. It was just as spend as the transformed girls were. Its eyes were rolling around trying to focus, but the fucking it had just experienced was too much to just brush off. No matter. He was sure he’d be able to get it up for his next sexual conquest. And there was bound to be more sexual conquests today.

Reaching down to grab his discarded pants, Jon suddenly got a strong whiff of his dick and curled his nose. He looked back at the still prone duo of altered girls and realized that this ass-girl, unlike Zoe, had been left with a normal digestive system. He considered leaving them as they were just for the fun of it (after all, it was no skin off his nose), but if he changed them so that they didn’t shit anymore then he wouldn’t have to deal with a stinky dick.

Jon’s own comfort was ultimately more important than his amusement at leaving them to deal with such a messed up situation, so he walked to the other end of the room to make his wish. As he readied himself, it dawned in him again that he still didn’t know their names. Well, there was an easy way to deal with that. Sure, he could just put them in a trance and ask them, but what’s the fun in that?

He pulled the stone in close, and whispered to it “I wish the girl I just fucked was named Anal Bitch and the girl I changed into her asshole would be named to as Slut Ass.”


Jon grinned at his juvenile wish. Whoever the two of them had been, Anal Bitch and Slut Ass were much more fitting now. And now that that piece of business had been taken care of, he could move on the the next piece of business.

“I wish Anal Bitch didn’t shit normally, but instead everything she ate was converted into a type of organic latex that would form into a variety of sex toy shapes that she then, without much discomfort, coughs up like a cat does with hairballs.”


An additional thought entered his imagination, and he couldn’t help himself but make one more addition. “I wish the sex toys Anal Bitch coughed up were incredibly appealing to people and they would be compelled to take them and use them.”


Jon nodded to himself, pleased with his work. He bent over and started putting on his pants, pleased that his dick no longer reeked. He was just stuffing it back into his underwear when the girl let out a soft moan and started to get up.

“You were amazing, Anal Bitch.”

The girl looked over at him and let out a pleasant hum. “You weren’t bad yourself, Jon. I’m surprised Slut Ass was able to take all of that monster of yours. I’d heard rumors that you were hung like a porn star, but I didn’t believe it. I can guarantee Slut Ass will want another round with you.”

“Just Slut Ass would want another round?”

The half naked girl gave him a wink. “Ok, fine, I’d like you to come back around, too. Let me know when and I’ll let you skip the line.”

“The... line?”

Anal Bitch laughed like he had told a joke. “Yeah, Jon. You know, the line outside? Of everyone waiting to fuck me in the ass? Speaking of which, you better get going. Something tells me that it’s probably stretching down the hall by now.  Luckily almost everyone else is a two pump chump, so I should be able to get through most of them. But the next time you want to have a go at my juicy Fuck Ass, just let me know.”

Jon could only nod as he finished getting dressed and stepped out into the hallway. Sure enough, it was just as Anal Bitch had described. There had to be at least two students standing in a line going down the hall. Jon thought back to his wish and realized he had not wished it was alright for specifically him to be allowed to fuck Anal Bitch in that classroom, so now that appeared to be what she did all day: wait in that classroom and wait for anyone to come along and rail Slut Ass.

“Fucking took you long enough,” came a voice next to him. Jon looked at the person standing first in line and realized it was Bobby, the skeezy loser who had been pestering Rachelle constantly for a chance to get laid. He’s acting pretty confident now that he knows he’s guaranteed to get some action. Well, fuck him.

“I wish your life purpose was to help Anal Bitch get through her line of waiting partners faster and that your body matched your new role.”


For a brief second, Jon thought that Bobby had been completely wished away. It wasn’t until he looked down that he saw the results of his wish. Bobby’s body was now a tightly packed cluster of tits, looking something like a round bunch of grapes. There were no legs, but instead there were four pairs of arms randomly sticking out from various folds of cleavage. And at the top was a now feminine version of Bobby’s head which was smiling up at him.

“Sounds like you two had fun! I’m sure we’ll be seeing you again,” she commented happily.

The line of waiting students began to converge forward and Jon took note that there were actually a handful of girls waiting to fuck Anal Bitch. He recognized a couple of them from Madame Lee’s class and could only assume that within the past hour they must have swapped their pussies with some other classmates’ dicks and now thought it was perfectly normal to use them to fuck the school’s anal slut. There were a couple others, however, that Jon hadn’t seen before, but a quick glance at each of their crotches told him that at some point each of them had been effected by a wish that gave them different equipment downstairs.

The group moved towards Bobby and began to discard their clothing below the waist, presenting a collection of cocks to the newly created transformee. She happily reached out and grabbed the first eight cocks in range, two of which were actually on the same girl, while a guy stepped between Jon and Bobby. "Come on, Booby, get sucking," the guy urged. Bobby, rather Booby, happily began to suck on the presented dick. All of the others stepped in where there was space and began to tit fuck her collection of cleavages.

Jon looked at the altered girls using Booby as a warm up for their impending intercourse with Anal Bitch and was taken aback by the alterations he witnessed. In addition to the girl with two dicks, another had a cock almost as big as his, while another had a cock that was upside down, and yet another had a cock that ended in a pussy, while another ended with a set of feminine lips.

He was half tempted to use his truth-trance on each of them to learn the particular wishes that had caused all of their changes, but he was still feeling drained after the fucking Anal Bitch and her new butt had given him, and it was getting annoying asking girls individually about their changes. He’d have to figure some way to speed up the process...

But that could wait a bit. It was time to get to his next class and leave these anal lovers to his latest creations.


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

Chick for a Dick: Oops

Where to go next, where to go next... Jon mused as he strolled down the hallway aimlessly. First period had officially ended and the students were streaming out of the classrooms and clogging the halls. Should he just randomly pick a classroom and go in? Should he just pick a student at random and follow them? Decisions, decisions...

Jon glanced up and noticed that he had made his way back to the bathroom where he had recently helped Zoe with her bowling ball issue. Granted, he was the one who had given her the issue in the first place, but he had still been kind enough to help her out in the end.

But now Jon was curious. Was... was the bowling ball still in there? How had Zoe disposed of it? Had she maybe taken it with her? How large had it ended up being?

Jon needed to find out.

He placed his hand on the door and was just about to push it open when a random girl cut in front of him and gave him a dirty look before pointing at the other door next to them.

That’s the boy’s room, perv.”

Without waiting for a response, she passed through the door and let slam shut in his face.

Jon’s face contorted with anger and disbelief. Who the hell did she think she was? She didn’t know who she was fucking with, and Jon was about to teach her the error of her ways. He looked at the closed door and scoffed. I go wherever I want. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the stone.

“I wish I was allowed to enter the girls’ bathroom.”


Jon immediately realized something was wrong. Everything felt... off. The stone felt bigger in his hand, the hallways around him looked bigger, he felt a cool breeze run across his legs, and a lock of curly brown hair passed across his eyes. He felt his legs growing weak as he looked down.

There were two very large lumps sticking out from his chest.

“What the fuck?!” she screeched. Several students paused and looked at the girl outside the bathroom looking down at herself in shock. Suddenly, one girl came rushing up, discreetly slipped something into Jon’s feminine hand, and slipped back into the crown. She looked down at it and saw a wrapped tampon. Jon crushed the package in her hand, threw it to the ground, and gave an angry huff. She didn’t know if she should reward the girl who had given it to her, or use her as a target to relieve her increased fury.

No... not her... it’s not her fault... Jon turned and looked at the closed bathroom door. I know just who’s to blame for this!

Jon shoved the door open with both hands, expecting it to slam open and announce her furious arrival. Instead, it simply swung open as it would have as if her male body had casually pushed it open with a single hand. The grand gesture did have one effect, though: Jon’s new boobs bounced and jiggled wildly on her chest. Jon scowled and grabbed her swaying tits, causing her to unintentionally slam the stone into her right boob.

Jon momentarily saw stars as the ache radiated outward and into her chest. She quickly stepped into the bathroom and let the door slam shut behind her. She let go of her boobs and waited for them to stop jiggling and for the pain to dissipate before she began walk awkwardly towards the sink. With each step, Jon was conscious of two things: the movement of her tits and the difficulty of walking in heels. How do women put up with this shit?!

She stomped on wobbly legs across the room and as soon as she was within arm’s reach of the sink she latched onto it with her free hand, taking a moment to recognize its flawless manicure, and trying to steady her balance in the uncomfortable shoes. Jon looked down to try and get a better idea of what she was wearing, but her boobs partially blocked her view of her feet. She let out a growl of frustration and looked up.

She found herself locking eyes with a striking brunette whose fiery, pouty expression was both intimidating and incredibly alluring. The girl’s face immediately shifted into one of shock, as if she did not expect Jon’s presence. Only then did Jon realize that she looked incredibly close to Zoe. She could even be Zoe’s sister.

And then it dawned on her. This girl was Zoe’s sister. Jon was looking at her own reflection.

Jon’s jaw dropped as she took in the sight of just what the wish had done to her. The girl before her was like looking at a version of Zoe who was born to be a model. Her wavey brown hair was accentuated with subtle highlights and cascaded past her shoulders. Her lips were full, her cheekbones high, and her soft features were flawless. Her eyes seemed larger than they had been before, giving her a certain innocent, doe-like appearance that was greatly emphasized by her shock expression of disbelief. And to top it all off, she was wearing makeup that looked like it had been perfectly applied by a professional cosmetologist.

Looking down past her slender neck, Jon was finally able to get a look at her boobs. Jon briefly recalled a few of the magically enhanced racks she had seen in the past couple weeks and wondered how some of those girls were able to carry around such monsters when the much more realistic D-cups she was now sporting already felt so huge on her chest. The trendy top she was wearing emphasize her generous cleavage and gave quite a view to anyone who wanted to steal a glance. Throw in the short, yet stylish skirt that showed off her long, stunning legs and the pert little butt that her designer heels were causing her to stick out, and the girl was the walking definition of “fuckable.” She was surprised when she found herself feeling a sense pride that if it hadn’t been for Zoe’s magically imparted enhancements, Jon’s body was much more curvaceous.

Looking deep into the eyes if her reflection, Jon slowly ran her tongue over her upper lip and let go of the sink with her left hand and gingerly brought it up to her left tit. She hesitated a moment before groping her chest, letting out a quiet hum as she felt a small flow of pleasure beginning to spread through her chest. She almost closed her eyes to bask in the alien sensations beginning to course through her, but she didn’t want to miss the vision of the girl in the mirror... of herself. Watching this girl feeling herself up would have been enough to stroke the fires of arousal within Jon. Feeling the sensations from her groping, while alien, was quickly making her downright horny. Jon desperately wanted to fuck this girl.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered to her reflection. Her eyes went wide as her own sexy, breathy voice further kindled the burning lust within her. Her new voice sounded like a siren’s call. And it would say anything she wanted. “I’m a bad girl,” she told her reflection, her voice dripping with sex. “Do you like bad girls? I want you. I want a long, hard fuck.”

“Mmmmm. Yes, please,” a voice moan from below her. Jon let out a small shriek and looked down. Even with her boobs in the way, Jon could see her skirt had raised up and her dickhead was poking out from beneath the hem of the garment. The look of lust on its face was clear.

I still have my dick?! How do I still have my dick?!

Jon tried to make sense of the situation, glancing around the room as if the answer would be written on the walls. Her glance eventually fell back upon the mirror and she was able to take in the sight of her sexy new body, seductively dressed, with a foot long erection jutting out from her crotch. She felt a stirring within her that caused her cock to gasp an spit up a fresh glob of her arousal.

Am... am I getting turned on by my cock?!

Jon didn’t have time to explore her quandary any further as the sound of a toilet flushing filled the bathroom. She spun around just in time to hear the loud clack of a stall latch being slid aside and watched as the door swung open. Out stepped the girl who had initially insulted Jon. Jon had been so wrapped up in her new body she had completely forgotten about the slight against her.

The girl looked Jon up and down, pausing briefly at her exposed cock. “‘Bad girl?’ What, you come in here a dirty talk to yourself? I knew you were a perv.”

Fury filled every ounce of Jon’s being. She pointed at the girl and shrieked the first wish that came to her mind.



The echo faded from the room shortly after the flash, leaving the two girls to stare at each other. Finally, the girl cocked her hips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever, bitch. You’re the one perving out. And what was with the light show, anyways? Are you trying to dazzle me or something?”

Jon’s heart skipped a beat. She looked down at the hand she was still pointing at the girl with, and slowly rotated her wrist and open her fingers to reveal the stone. She had not used her one-wish-per-person ability on this girl. The stone had cast the wish directly, and the girl had heard it. She was going to be aware of what was happening to her...


Jon looked down and cursed when she realized she had no pockets. A quick glance showed that there was only one place to temporarily hide the stone. She quickly stumbled across the room and discreetly dropped the stone into the large trash can place next to the door. She then turned her full attention on the girl who had moved to the sink and was touching up her lipgloss.

“I think you’ll be the one ‘perving out’ around here as soon as you take a look at this,” Jon said as she grasped her hard dick with a soft, dainty hand. The feeling of her new, feminine hand gripping her meat was heavenly, and she let out a throaty moan. The girl rolled her eyes again and finished applying the pink gel to her lips, puckered her mouth a couple times at the mirror before she was satisfied with her reflection. She capped the gloss and opened her purse while turning to face the strange girl blocking her exit.

“Listen, I’m not a freak like-“

The girl’s eyes went wide as she took in the sight of Jon jacking herself off opening in the public restroom. The lip gloss slipped from her fingers and fell with a clatter to the floor as it completely missed her purse.

“... you... you... you’re... you’re...”

Jon opened her eyes and looked at the enraptured girl, a wicked smile came to her face. “Ooooh, so you like my giant cock?” she asked. The girl nodded dumbly, completely taken off guard by the new impulses gripping her. “So why don’t you do something about it?”

The girl opened her mouth to offer an excuse, but the words caught in her throat. Jon moved away from the door and sauntered over to her prey, wiggling her hips with each shaky step (damn these high heels), making sure her cock bobbed wildly with each step. “No reason? Or is it that there are plenty of reasons that you shouldn’t ‘perv out’ in a school bathroom with a complete stranger? And that makes you want to do it even more?” Jon teased.

The girl shuddered, a heavy groan escaping her throat. It was true. The more she knew it was a terrible, sick, perverted though... the more it enveloped and consumed her. Her hands moved away from her purse and began to extend towards Jon. The new girl bit her lower lip. “Are you going to play with my junk and tits? What are you, some sort of handsy lesbian?”

The girl hesitated for only a moment, the question sinking into her brain. Ew! No! Girls are gross! It’s just because she’s got a cock that she’s hot. I find her hot? Oh shit! I think she’s hot! She’s made me a lesbian! Does that mean I like tits? Shit, she’s got great tits. Mmmmm, tits are always great... FUCK! I’m totally gay now! That bitch! She made me like this! I’m going to- I have to- I... I... I want to be a dirty little slut!

The girl took Jon’s cock firmly in her hand and pressed their bodies together, squeezing their boobs against each other. The girl look like she was about to go in for a kiss but suddenly hesitated, clearly processing a new perverted idea that had seeped into her brain. “I want... I-I-I need- No! I’m not! But I want-Please- please, I don’t- aaaaahhhh! SPIT IN MY WHORE FACE!” The look of desperation in her face was palpable.

Jon’s brain tried to register what the girl had said. She had heard it, but it was so unexpected that she needed to mentally process the request. Jon decided to graciously give the girl what she asked for and spat into the pervert’s face, hitting her just below her right eye where the force of the impact caused it to splatter over half her face. Her look of shock lasted for only a moment as her brain processed the degrading act and converted it into obscene pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and her grip on Jon’s dick became more firm as she started hissing “yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes” while her free hand reached up, wiped the spittle off her face, and brought it to her mouth where she eagerly put her finger in her mouth and began to suck it clean. It was a good minute before any sign of intelligence seemed to seep back into her eyes. She suddenly seemed to recognize what she was doing... and quivered. She removed the finger from her mouth and stared at it.

“You... you did this to me, didn’t you?”

Jon hesitated before plainly answering. “Yes.”


“Because you made me make a big mistake. So now you’re going to pay for it.”

She tried to understand, but she couldn’t comprehend what Jon meant. Instead she asked “How... how long will I be like this?”

Jon let the silence take hold of the room, knowing the impact her answer would have. “Forever,” she answered casually.

Forever? I’m going to have these uncontrollable perverted impulses for forever? That’s... that’s terrible! My life is over! I’m going to be reduced to a compulsive slut! I’m- it’s- that’s... so _fucking_ hot!

The girl’s face went from horror to ecstasy as her new wiring converted the shock and disgust to pure pleasure. “You... you ruined my life! I’ll never be respected. I’ll never be in control. I’ll be a sex obsessed slut!”

She grabbed Jon’s arms, stared into her eyes with an expression of all consuming dread... and then pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Her fresh gloss stuck to Jon’s plump new lips as they passionately embraced. Soon, their tongues were dancing, their hands were exploring each other’s bodies, and their mutual groans were echoing off the walls. Jon felt the girl running her hands through her hair, on the small of her back, groping her boobs, along her dick, squeezing her ass, and finally along the taint between her dick and asshole. She shuddered under the stimulation wracking her new body. She had expected her boobs to really set her off, but was the most surprised at how good her taint had felt. Wait... do I-

The girl suddenly pulled away, breaking the kiss. “Come on! We need to go into the stall!”

“In case someone comes in?”

“What? Oh fuck no! We’re leaving the door open in case someone does come in! I want- no, need people to see what a slut i am! But the floor is so gross in there that I want to pleasure you with my whore mouth while kneeling in piss!”

She was practically ravenous as her expression looked positively obsessed with the concept. Clearly she was so grossed out by the idea that it had completely take hold of her. She didn’t even wait for Jon to answer as the girl grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the third stall, the large one where Jon had spied on Zoe just last hour.

Was that really just last hour?! It seemed surreal to believe that she had changed so much in such a short-

The girl cut off her thoughts as she sank to her knees, reached up Jon’s skirt, and in one swift motion pulled down her panties. Jon felt her dick momentarily slap against her leg and realized it must have gone through the leg of her panties to slip out. My panties... I wear fucking PANTIES now! This is so fucked up...

Jon didn’t have time to ponder her wardrobe long as the pervert kneeling before her grabbed her dick and practically impaled her face upon it. She was able to take a little less than half of Jon’s dick before it hit the back of her throat and made her visibly gag. However, this did not stop her. She was fucking her own face with Jon’s dick. Jon felt the head of her dick hit the back of the perv’s throat over and over. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t feel great either. She was just about to say something to the kneeling girl when the pervert reached up, slide her had down the remaining exposed length of her shaft to her base, fondled her balls, and ran a finger along her taint.

Jon’s knees locked and she had to grab onto the bars bolted into the walls to keep from joining the mentally warped girl on the floor. The feeling coming from behind her balls was electric. She suddenly felt unfulfilled, like she needed something else, an alien desire enveloped her crotch. She wanted to be rubbed there more, to have something pressed against her, she wanted-

The girl let Jon’s dick fall from her mouth with an obscene pop. Her dick’s hair was coated with the perv’s saliva and its mouth hung open, letting precum freely leak on to the kneeling girl’s top. “Fuck, you are so hard. And so wet.”

“I’m... I’m wet?!”

The girl hummed in affirmation and Jon felt one finger, and then a second, dance upon her flesh. Jon gasped as she felt something slip inside her and suddenly retract. The girl pulled her hand back and showed the glistening, pungent grool covering two of her fingers. “See? You’re almost as wet as me. Oh! And you smell different than I do!”

She reached down with her other hand and reached under her own skirt where she tugged and pulled until she literally ripped her own panties off and threw the shredded material to the bathroom floor. She then inserting two fingers into her own snatch and withdrew them, a thick strand of her juices briefly ran from her fingers back to her crotch before it snapped and splattered onto the floor. She brought it close to her nose and took a deep whiff.

“This is the first time I’ve smelled another girl. I’m so... musky. You smell almost like you’d be sweet. Mmmm... sweet... No! I- I’ve never even tasted my own coochie before! I couldn’t- I...” She stared at the dripping wet fingers that she had just pulled out of her slit, rubbing them together and watching her juices pool between them. Without another word, she brought them into her mouth and sucked them clean, groaning in exquisite disgust. Jon watched on as she thoroughly sucked them clean, her remaining lips gloss smearing on her digits. She then immediately did the same with her other hand, getting even more turned on by tasting the arousal of a different girl.

“You are sweeter! I need more!” 

She grabbed ahold of Jon’s dick and lifted it up, exposing her balls. The girl shot forward and started to lick off the pussy juice that had dripped onto Jon’s ballsack before pressing her mouth into Jon’s new sex and eating her out with a maniacal fervor. Jon let out a throaty wail and held onto the support bars for dear life, her slender legs more shaky than ever. Jon felt a swell of pleasure building up in her. It was like when she was close to blowing a load, but different. It wasn’t building to just her dick, but spreading throughout her whole body, bouncing around her insides like an echo before it all came together and rushed back to her pussy.  Jon let out a scream and felt herself quiver and a sudden rush of wetness. The girl let out a garbled gasp and pulled back. Her face was covered in shock and liquid.

“You’re a squirter?!”

The girl’s face contorted into disgust before it was suddenly washed away in a blissful blush of attraction. “Cum on me again! Soak me with your cunt!” She dove back into Jon’s crotch with renewed vigor, licking her slit while her hand started to jack off her dick. Jon went into pleasure overload, a hand instinctively going to her new tits where she squeezed and massaged them, building the flames of lust within her to heights she had never experienced before.

She squirted on the perv’s face again. And again. And again. The multiple orgasms pulsing through her body suddenly surged to a more familiar location, and Jon let out a strained groan. The girl seemed to be waiting for just that signal as she suddenly abandoned the still dripping slit and moved back so that Jon’s dick was lined up with her face. Jon heard her cock scream before its voice was cut off as blast after blast of thick, ropey cum  erupted from the dick’s mouth and splattered across the kneeling girl’s face and hair.

Jon took a single step on her wobbly legs, the only step she had the strength to muster, and collapsed onto the toilet. She looked over at the girl who was playing with the various fluids Jon had secreted onto her.

“What.... what is you name?” Jon gasped though the afterglow. The girl looked up from her game and looked up at her. “My name is...” Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes fluttered as a new perverse thought took hold inside her mind. “I’m whatever you want to call me. Perverted little sluts don’t need names.”

Jon let her head fall back and rest against the wall behind her. She groggily watch as Pervert stood up and moved to the sink. She scrapped off all the juices she could before licking them off her fingers which she then ran through her cum soaked hair, causing it to clump together in noticeable depravity. Beyond that, she made no effort to clean herself up, clearly getting off on the new idea of being a walking cum stain. She stared at her filthy reflection.

“This is really all I am now, isn’t it?”

She turned to look at Jon, as if showing off what Jon had done to her. Jon took a breath and nodded. “Yes. This is what you’ll be for the rest of your life.” The words cause a tremor to course through Pervert and Jon could see drops of liquid dripping from underneath her skirt, revealing that she had just creamer herself.

“What’s your name?”

Jon hesitated. What was her name? Was it still Jon? She didn’t know. And this girl had heard her make the wish that changed her. She had some idea of Jon’s power. She didn’t want that secret getting out.

“Isn’t it dirtier if you didn’t know?”

The girl thought for a second and experienced another orgasm at the thought of pleasuring someone whose name she didn’t even know. She breathed deeply before giving Jon one last look and walking out of the bathroom without another word.

Jon sat in silence for some time, regaining her faculties. She slowly stood up, hiked her panties back up while doing her best to fit her massive member into the lacey garment, and walked on unsteady legs to the sink. Her formerly pristine clothes were a wrinkled mess, her hair was unkempt, and she reeked of sex.

“Ok... time to straighten a few things out,” Jon said to the mirror. She tiptoed over to the trash can and began to rummage through it. She couldn’t help but snicker as her hand felt a massively large bowling ball sitting at the bottom. Next to it was the stone. She pulled it out and carefully made her way back to the sink.

“Ok, first things first: I wish wish I knew how to walk in heels.”


Jon took a few experimental steps and was relieved that she could now walk in heels like she’d been doing it for years.

“Next on the list. I wish the other girl who I just turned into a pervert remembers getting changed but doesn’t remember how or who did it to her.”


“And now for this mess. I wish I was tidied up.”


Jon’s perfectly primmed reflection looked back at her. She was still a well hung girl, but she was a clean well hung girl. Jon re-examined her outfit and confirmed that she really did have no pockets at all. This wouldn’t do. She had no wallet, no keys, and most importantly nowhere to keep the stone. She thought for a moment. She’d need a little help, and she knew just where to look.

“I wish the girl who had given me the tampon earlier in the hallway would walk into this bathroom in five seconds.


Jon put the stone down on the sink and waited.


The door swung open and in stepped the girl Jon had only briefly seen in passing once before.

“Um, you girls were really loud in here. I mean, Clit Nibbler has that effect on everyone anyways, but it sounds like she really rocked your world. Oh, Clit Nibbler is my name for her. You know how everyone just make up some filthy name for her? I call her that because this one time in home economics she-“

“I wish that for as long as I’m like this you were a purse that would always have whatever I needed from moment to moment and that it would be an experience you enjoyed and took great pleasure in.”


A small handbag plopped to the bathroom floor where the girl had just been standing. Jon strode forward an gently picked it up, inspecting it in her hands. It was made of soft, supple leather that was dyed to perfectly match her current outfit. Jon looked at the front of the girl-turned-purse and giggled. The clasp keeping the purse cover secured was a brass clit. Jon unclasped the metal fixture and could have sworn she felt the purse shudder slightly in her hands. Lifting up the flap, Jon peered inside her new accessory. There were already various odds and ends inside. A packet of tissues, a hand mirror, a brush, a small makeup case... a tampon.

Now it was Jon’s turn to shudder. She really hoped she could fix herself before she had to deal with cramps and the rest. She shook her head. That was a problem for later. She returned to rifling through the handbag, going further and further down as she took inventory of its contents. It wasn’t until her arm was in past the elbow that she realized that the bag had no bottom. She could keep reaching further and further in and there would always be more space and more stuff.

“Awesome! My own personal bag of holding!”

Jon scoffed. She had always hoped to meet a hot, nerdy girl. Now she _was_ a hot, nerdy girl. She looked back at her reflection just in time to see her skirt lift slightly. Great, not only do I turn myself on now, but it looks like my dick is multi-orgasmic and doesn’t need any time to recharge. Jon turned her attention back to the purse, hoping to distract herself from... herself.

Keys... day planner... perfume... birth control- wait, birth control?! Fuuuuuuuuck... I don't even want to imagine that... Hey! A wallet!

Jon quickly pulled out the designer wallet and opened it. She quickly located her driver’s license and inspected it. Date of birth, address, hair color, eye color. It was all the same. The only three things that were different were height (Am I seriously only 5’1” now?!), her photograph, and name.

Jen Gibson.

Jen let out a sigh and slipped her ID back into the wallet before shoving that back into the bottomless purse. Jon... Jen... again felt it shudder. It was then she noticed the purse liner was a warm pink velvet. She ran her finger across it which drew another twitch from the bag.

Jen giggled. “Well, I’m glad to see the wish worked. You’re definitely enjoying yourself,” she said to the purse. Next, she picked up the stone from the sink and reached into the purse, glad to find a small pocket that was perfectly sized for the stone and would allow Jen easy access. She was just about to refasten the clit-clasp when a thought came to her.

“If I hadn’t changed you, I never would have known you were even a person before. There’s most likely others like you that I would have never even noticed. And it is getting really annoying asking each transformed girl what specifically has happened to her. There has to be a better way to go about this.”

Jen let out a thoughtful hum and pondered the situation. An idea came to her and slung the purse across her shoulder, the strap resting between her cleavage, and pulled the stone out of the quivering purse’s pocket. “I wish that I had a notebook that would automatically add pages which gave a full description of each person that changed because of my party wish or any of my one-off wishes made today.”


In Jen’s free hand she was instantly holding a spiraled notebook. It had a red cover and looked just like any other notebook a student might be carrying around the school. She fanned the pages and saw that they were all blank except for the very first page. The top of the page had a photo of the girl just as she had looked before she was transformed with a photo of the purse she had become right next to it. The name at the top of page read “Carrie Holm.”

“Well, nice to meet you, Carrie,” Jen said snidely to the purse. "Let’s see... Oh! It has my wish right here as a quote. How convenient. Ah! ‘Carrie is now a semi-conscious inanimate object belonging to Jen Gibson. Her physical appearance will change to match the attire worn by her owner.’ Wow! That’s a neat bonus! Hmmm... ‘Her only remaining sense is physical touch which is very intense. This is further heightened by her clasp and liner being her clitoris and vagina respectively. She experiences intense sexual pleasure whenever she is opened and her insides rummaged through. Carrie contains common objects that Jen Gibson may need on a daily basis, but Carrie can produce any object that is inanimate which can fit in a normal purse. In addition, outside objects can be stored inside Carrie and be withdrawn at a later time. Mental condition: Carrie has no memory of her former body or life and is solely committed to being a high quality accessory, a role she takes immense pride in.' Well, looks like you turned out even better than I had hoped, Carrie.” Jen opened the girl-turned-purse and inserted the full sized notepad into it, causing the handbag to shudder intensely as the large object was inserted into it.

Jen looked past her new from her new accessory towards the floor an noticed a tube of lip gloss laying at her feet. It was the one Pervert had dropped after her changes had started to take effect and had been left forgotten after her departure. Jen reached down and picked it up, reflecting on the recent events. Her new body, her angry wish, and the lingering evidence of her first sexual encounter with a women's equipment. Jen gripped the lip gloss tightly as her hand quiver with rage and anxiety. While she had taken revenge, it did not change the fact that she was now stuck in this body. She had no idea how to live as a girl. How much had her life changed? How was she going to be treated now? What was she going to do.

Jen realized she was breathing quickly and forced herself to calm down. She'd figure something out. She had to. But for now, it was time to get out of the bathroom. It reeked of sex and she didn't want to have someone find her in here. Jen arbitrarily dropped the lipstick into Carrie and closed the purse before latching its clit shut. This set it over the edge as it started to quiver noticeably as it clearly experience an intense orgasm. Jen ignored the twitching garment and headed towards the door to face her new life.

With that, Jen checked her hair in the mirror, and strolled out of the cum splattered bathroom.


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

this story is fantastic, I can't wait until the next entry


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

I know it's not exactly how the stone works, but I really hope Karyn spends some time as a vagina rather than a penis, now that Jon is Jen.


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

I really hope this story hasn't died.


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

Chick for a Dick: New Body, New You

Jen stepped out into the school hallway. She had expected to see students rushing to and fro in the mad dash to get to class on time. But they weren’t. The halls were empty. Looking up at the clock on the wall, she was shocked to see that not only was it well into second period, the session was actually going to end in a little less than 5 minutes. She and the newly created Pervert had been going at each other for almost an hour.

Well, at least I don’t need to figure out what class to go to for second hour, she thought glumly. She looked down at her body and sighed. She had intended to transform people today, of course. She just didn’t expect to be one of them. At least not like this. Staring at her generous cleavage was causing her dick to harden again, which was particularly uncomfortable with it being stuffed into the tight, constrictive panties she was now wearing. She considered wishing that she didn’t need to wear them, or just plain taking them off, but she decided against it. For one, her last spur of the moment wish had clearly created some serious consequences for herself, so she was a little worried about what another wish might do to her. Second, her cock was so long and her skirt so short that if she went commando her dick would probably be peeking out from under her skirt throughout the day. And finally, her new body was still turning her on quite a bit, so the panties were at least doing something to keep her dick from being too noticeable.  Not to mention they also keep the dripping of her newly gained slit contained.

My slit… Fuck. I need some time to process this and get used to these things, she thought as she cupped her tits. They felt so good in her hands, and her hands felt so good on them. Jen was living every boy’s dream: boobs you could play with whenever you wanted...

A small voice moaning from under her skirt brought Jen back to reality. She let out a yelp as she noticed just how much her erection had grown. Her hands dropped from her chest to her crotch as she pressed down on her member with her dainty hands and tried to cross her legs. She looked up and saw her reflection in a mirror mounted above a drinking fountain. I looked like a fucking hentai illustration! She looked so demure and yet so dirty at the same time as the shy girl was clearly trying to conceal the massive bulge under her skirt.

Fuck! I need to stop working myself up! I can’t pop a boner every time I think about my own body!

Suddenly, a classroom door opened. And then another. And another. And another. Students started flowing into the hallways like water from a broken dam. They swarmed into the halls and engulfed her within their numbers. A few students gave her strange looks, a few even glanced at her crotch and seemed to realize her predicament, giving her wry smiles and a snicker or two.

Jen felt herself blush with embarrassment and tears started welling in her eyes. She wanted to cry, to start warping all of the gawkers into freaks, to disappear, to do anything but to be a scared girl standing in the hallway. She was just about to break when a happy voice spoke up from behind her.

“Hey, Jen!”

She spun around to see a girl standing right behind her. Even with Jen standing in heels, the girl still stood at least a couple inches taller than her,  and she was only wearing flats. She had rich auburn hair that reached just past her shoulders, chocolate brown eyes, and a cute button nose that made her downright adorable to behold. She was wearing a pink top across her small breasts and her skirt almost as short as Jen’s. Upon seeing the state Jen was in, the stranger’s smile quickly melted into an expression of concern. “Oh, Jen! Are you alright? Did something happen?”

Jen choked back a sob and sniffled. She had no idea who this girl was, but just the fact that someone was showing such genuine concern for her was incredibly comforting at the moment. “I’m... uh... I’m having a really bad day,” she choked out.

The stranger reached into purse she was carrying and pulled out a small packet of tissues. Jen hesitantly took one and began to reach towards her eyes. “Careful. Don’t want to ruin that fantastic eye liner,” the girl said, clearly trying to offer a compliment. It had the opposite effect by further reminding Jen that she wore makeup at all, and the tears began flowing freely as she tried to keep her crying as quiet as possible to avoid making more of a spectacle of herself.

The random girl quickly grabbed the tissue from Jen’s hand and began to gently blot around her checks and eyes, catch the tears. She was softly telling Jen everything was alright and offering soothing words to calm the crying girl down. After a few minutes, Jen was able to compose herself enough to look the stranger in the eyes.

“Honestly,” she said in a quivering voice, “what’s your name?”

The girl’s hand fell to her side, the tissue still gripped in it as her expression went from from concern to neutral tranquility. “My name is Fiona.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because you’re my best friend.”

Jen’s eyes went wide and her head swam. This was almost more of a shock than being changed into a girl. Out of nowhere some random stranger was telling her they were friends. Best friends. And Jen had no idea who she even was. Jen’s entire life had clearly been upended in countless ways because of one misspoke wish. It was too much to take.

“Sorry, Fiona, but I’m really not doing well today. I think I’m just going to go home.” Release from the truth trance, concern returned to Fiona’s face. “Do you need to talk about it? Is there something I can do to help?” Jen shook her head, the act making her painful aware of her magically lengthened hair. “No. There’s nothing anyone can do. Things are just really messed up and I just don’t think I can be here right now.”

Fiona took Jen’s hands in hers and gave them a gentle squeeze. “I don’t know, Jen. You look really upset. And if there’s nothing that can be done, all you’re going to do is sit in that big house of yours and drive yourself crazy. You know I’m right. How about if you come to class with me? It’s my favorite class: literature with Mr. Burton. It’s a breeze even by my standards, so it will be no issue for the school’s top student. And after that is lunch. We’ll be able to see the girls and the day will already be half over by then. And if you still want to go home, then we’ll get out of here. Ok?”

It was true. If she went home she would most likely just lock herself in her room and freak out. Or worse, she may be temped to try to reverse her change with another careless wish. She repressed a shudder at the thought of what else she might end up doing to herself in her current state. And right now it was encouraging to have a friend at her side. And Fiona mentioned “the girls.” She might have a whole group of friends waiting and willing to support here. Even if they were friends she didn’t a know. The look of sympathy and compassion in Fiona’s eyes moved Jen, and she couldn’t help but nod.

“Ok,” she said softly. “Let’s go.”


Fiona hardly stopped talking the entire way to the classroom. She was bouncing from talking about her classes to talking about the car Veronica’s parents had just gotten her (whoever the hell that was) to the latest episode of trashy blind date matching television to some guy named Hank hitting on her again. Jen couldn’t tell if Fiona was naturally a chatterbox or if she was just trying to help get Jen’s mind off of her issues, but she suspected it was probably a bit of both. But Jen listened intently because focusing on meaningless gossip was so much better than dwelling on her actual problem.

The halls were still full of stragglers having conversations of their own as the pair reached Mr. Burton’s classroom. Fiona was explaining how shocked she was that one douchebag had gotten a rose instead of some other douchebag when Jen stepped over the threshold of the classroom. The sensation of vertigo washed over Jen as all of the knowledge from an entire subject was immediately poured into her mind. Her legs felt like rubber and she let out a gasped as she felt her balance shift precociously on her heals. However, her previous wish to know how to walk on heals gave her the instincts to immediately regain her balance and ride out the already dwindling sense of dizziness.

Jen looked up and realized that Fiona had stopped her jabbering and was looking at her with the now familiar expression of concern. “Just... wasn’t watching where I was stepping. I’m fine,” Jen said. Fiona only replied with a soft grin, betraying that she didn’t believe the flimsy excuse but she wasn’t going to press the issue. either. Instead, she tilted her towards the back of the room and started to walk down a row of desks.

As Fiona took her seat near the back of the room, Jen glanced around in uncertainty. She could see the stack of papers sitting on a desk at the far back of the room and knew that desk was designated as hers, but she could also see the leers she was getting from just about every boy in the room. She was unused to the attention, at least from guys, and her male mind couldn’t blame them. She was a buxom, tiny girl dressed to show off her amazing assets. If Jen had still been a guy, she’d be staring too. The thought reminded Jen just how attractive she found herself and her embarrassment grew as she felt her massive cock beginning to swell under her mini skirt as she recalled staring at her own reflection in the bathroom.

Jen quickly rushed to the stack of papers on her desk and dashed to sit in an open desk next to Fiona. It was a brand new world for her and the bubbly girl was her only confirmed friend in it. She would take support wherever she could, and at the moment it was sitting as close to her “friend” as she could. Jen plopped down in a heap, hoping that nobody had noticed the growing bulge under her skirt. Glancing towards Fiona, Jen saw the girl’s eyes dart away from her crotch and knew Fiona had gotten an eyeful of her growing tentpole. Jen felt herself flush with embarrassment and was trying to think up any excuses she could muster when the sound of a throat clearing drew her attention upwards.

“Excuse me, but you’re in my seat.”

The girl standing next the Jen had her hands on her hips and was looking down at her with a smarmy scowl. A faint tapping momentarily drew Jen’s attention down to the floor. The girl was actually tapping her foot impatiently. Jen let out an audible sigh and looked back up at the girl.

“Look: I’m having a little bit of a bad day. Actually, a really bad day. I am not in the mood to be bitched at right now. I just want to sit next to my friend and get through the day. So how about you just take my desk for the hour and we can let bygones be bygones?”

The expression on the girl’s face soured even more. “Um, no! I am not going to sit at the back of the room just so you can chat with one or your drones about whatever petty bullshit you and your sidekick think is so important in your prissy little world.”

Jen didn’t even try to wrap her mind around whatever the hell all of that meant, knowing that it was all tied back to how much her stupid misworded wish had fucked up her life. She’d have to figure out just what the fuck her life had become, but right now she was stuck dealing with this snotty bitch and it was beginning to piss her off.

“Listen,” Jen hissed, trying to keep her temper in check. “I know this is an inconvenience to you, and after recent experiences I’ve endured, I’m trying to conduct myself a little better. So, instead of doing something brash and turning this into something that can’t be undone, I’ll make you an offer: If you just leave me the fuck alone for an hour, I will make it up to you.”

“Oh, you’re going to ‘make it up to me?’ How gracious of you. Let me tell you something, princess, just because you’re some teacher’s pet-“

“Well, congratulations! You’ve gone and flipped my bitch switch! So now I really don’t care what happens to you! I wish you were the teacher’s pet!”


As the momentarily blinding light cleared Jen’s vision, she could see the annoying girl was gone. Before she could try to imagine how her impromptu wish had been interpreted, a metallic clicking drew her attention towards the front of the room. Sitting on the corner of the teacher’s desk now sat a small wire cage, the kind used to house small rodents as pets. And inside was the annoying girl.

Jen had to admit that she was a little disappointed that her form hadn’t changed all that much. She still looked completely human. Only now she was naked. And three inches tall. The miniature girl was drinking from the water bottle mounted to the outside of the cage, it’s metal spout reaching between the wires and into the cage where she was sucking on it. After drinking for a few seconds, the girl stretched and moved over the the hamster wheel where she started to jog at a leisurely pace.

It wasn’t the most bizarre alteration Jen had seen, but she was still smugly content with herself for so effectively removing the annoyance. Hell, she had even tried to be nice. If the girl hadn’t been such a bitch about everything, she wouldn’t be a literal teacher’s pet. She had brought it upon herself.

Her concentration was broken as a huge form slid into the desk across the aisle from her. It was Dylan, a member of the high school football team. Jen remembered when this fucker had called Jon a “cocksucker” and had proceeded to pants him in the crowded hallways and throw him into a trash can. Fuck... it almost seemed like that had happened to a completely different person. Which, it kind of had, but didn’t... right? Jen channeled her frustration and turned to face Dylan, fixing him with an icy glare. The athlete seemed unfazed by her demeanor and instead poured on the hormonally fueled charm.

“Hey, girl. It’s Friday night. Why don’t we do something together? I know we could have some fun. What time should I pick you up?”

Jen shuddered. Not only was the prospect of going out with Dylan revolting, but she was once again reminded of her changed physique. Jon had been a bit shorter an a lot scrawnier than the average school athlete, but now Dylan was practically towering over Jen’s new body. It was more unsettling than she’d care to admit.

“I have other plans.”

“Like what?”

“Washing my hair,” Jen spat, her voice dripping with venom. She could hear Fiona let out a giggle. Dylan, however, was not deterred.

“What? You’re going to sit around that big mansion of yours all by yourself? That must be so lonely. Don’t you want some... company? You know I can treat you real good, girl.” He pressed his hand to the crotch of his jeans to show the outline of his hard dick. Jen scoffed. Not only was the act ridiculously brazen, but the guy also didn’t have that much to show off.

“Ok, Dylan, let’s get a few things straight. First, there is nothing you have to offer me that I can’t find in my ‘big lonely mansion.’ Second, if I was interested in getting some dick, I could do much better than that little twig. Which brings us to the third point...” Jen pressed down on her skirt the way the jock had pressed down on his pants.

“I’m packing way more than you are.”

The jock looked down at the massive bulge beneath her skirt which absolutely dwarfed his own. Jen awaited an expression of shock, embarrassment, disgusted, confusion to come from the cocky jock. Instead, a sly grin crossed his face as he looked at Jen’s crotch.

“Damn, girl! I was beginning to think you didn’t like me, but now I’m reading you loud and clear!”

Ok, that clearly backfired, Jen thought with a roll of her eyes and a frustrated huff. She should have expected this. After all, she’d seen it with quite a number of other transformed girls. Sure, some of them now sported dicks, but everyone treated it as perfectly normal for girls to have them. All of Jen’s wishing had the unintended side effect of rapidly progressing gender identity norms. An individual’s genitals did not defined their gender. That would have been great if not for the current situation. Instead of scaring off the jock by making him try to defend his no doubt fragile sexuality, she had instead come on to him no differently than if she had shaken her tits. Time for plan B...

“So,” Jen said playfully, leaning forward to casually show off her enticing cleavage, “you like cock, do you?” Jen suppressed a laugh as Dylan’s eyes widened and darted from Jen’s chest, to her crotch, to her chest, to her eyes, to her crotch, to her chest, to her crotch, to her eyes... and then back down to her body. Men, Jen mused to herself. The guy tried his best to keep eye contact with her, but his gaze kept shifting downward to her various assets. Finally, the flustered athlete was able to regain some measure of composure.

“Hell yeah. I can’t wait to see what you’re packing.”

Jen fluttered her eyes and pursed her lips. “And what would you do with a big… hard… rod?”  A wide smile came the the boy’s face. “I’d show you a good time. I know how to treat a tool right.” Jen smiled smugly at him. “I’m sure you do. And you’re going to get the chance. Constantly.”

“That’s what I’m talking about! So what time should I-“

“I wish you were at your best friend’s house and you were his blowup doll.”


In an instant, Daryl was gone. Jen smiled to herself, practically giddy. She leaned back and settled into her seat, pleased not only that the distraction was removed, but that she had taken revenge on a former tormentor. Who’s the cocksucker now? she thought with satisfaction.

Jen’s attention was pulled to the front of the room as the teacher stepped through the door with a cup of coffee in his hand. Mr. Burton looked like a model that was trying to pass himself off as bookworm. His soft brown hair was combed into a part that worked perfectly with his short, scruffy beard and vintage tortoise shell glasses. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned and the sleeves were pulled up, giving an air of relaxed professionalism. Looking further down, Jen’s eyes settled on his crotch and could faintly make out a decent bulge outlined beneath the fabric.

Jen’s eyes went wide as she realized she had just checked out a guy! And she liked what she saw! Mr. Burton was… handsome! Jen felt lightheaded as her thoughts and impulses fought within her. She had been straight! Well, Jon had been straight. But was Jen now into guys since Jon had been into girls? She thought back to the bathroom and her encounter with Pervert. Jen clearly still found women desirable. Was she bi, then? Her new body had complete male and female parts. Did it also come with a lifetime of using those parts, and all if the desires that went along with it? But, Dylan had hit on her and it had not made any sort of an impact on her!

“Hello, Jen. Glad you could join us, today.”

Snapping back to the present, Jen found the teacher was staring right at her. His roguish smile sent a tingle down her spine and awoke an alien desire in her nethers. “Um, th-thanks, Mr. Burton,” she stammered. She could feel herself blushing and looked away, only to find Fiona grinning at her with a knowing smile. Somewhere behind her, someone snickered.

Oh shit! I DO find him attractive! I… I’m attracted to guys and I have a type! Fuck… I knew I should have just gone home…

She looked back at the teacher just in time to see his eyes dip down and steal a peek at her cleavage before he looked back and forth across the classroom. “Alright, everyone. Are you ready for your presentations?”

Jen sat in shocked silence. He checked me out! He was actually bold enough to check me out in front of the whole class! I’m a fucking student! I know my tits are hard to miss, but can he honestly not control himself? What a pig! Oh shit! What if it’s me? Am I the girl that fucks the teachers? I mean, sure Jon did. I mean… I did… but that was different!

… wasn’t it?

“See why this is my favorite class?” Fiona whispered from beside her. Jen didn’t even have time to answer before the girl behind Fiona chimed in. “Geez, going after the lit teacher? I would have thought you’d had your fill by now.” Jen turned to shoot a scowl at the interloper, who grinned back with a predatory leer.

“Knock it off, Chelsea. She’s having a rough day,” Fiona quietly snapped. The girl, Chelsea, didn’t look away from Jen’s glare. “Rumor has it someone hooked up with Tongue Whore in the bathroom last hour. She’s walking around looking like she stepped out of an orgy, but I have a feeling it was only one person that made her look like that much of a mess. Now who could that have been?”

Fiona scoffed. “Please. Everyone in the school has fucked around with Ass Muncher at some point or another.” Chelsea shrugged. “Sure, but this one was moaning like wanton whore. I heard the whole thing. I needed to use the bathroom last hour and I could hear the screams from the hallway. Hell, I went to a different bathroom and the slut was still moaning when I walked past on my way back to class.”

Jen felt her fury rising.

“The only one around here who sounds like a ‘wonton whore’ is you! I wish your everyday normal speech pattern was to speak like a filthy wanton slut complete with dirty talk, innuendos, and solicitations and that as you get hornier your speech would get more and more eloquent and formal until at your highest levels of arousal you would talk like you’re giving a professional lecture!”


“Girls? Is something up?”

Mr. Burton was standing at the front of the class looking at the trio. “No, Daddy. Just some hot three way talk between us creamy bitches,” Chelsea purred in a voice made for a sex line operator. Jen tried to hide her smile, pleased with her work. She turned to face back towards the front of the class just in time to see Mr. Burton glance at her chest again. Her momentary victory was forgotten as she rolled her eyes.

“And if you’re so preoccupied with tits I wish that whenever you were daydreaming about a girl’s boobs you’d grow a copy of them and could not help but play with them!”


The teacher’s button up shirt immediately puffed up, stretching the fabric so tightly that Jen was sure the buttons were about to pop off. But they didn’t get the chance as Mr. Burton quickly undid them and pulled open his shirt to expose an exquisite pair of D-cups, capped off with rosy pink nipples. His hands immediately flew to his new bust where they began to kneed and fondle his additions. It dawned on Jen that the tits Mr. Burton was playing with were actually copies of her own boobs and this was actually her first chance to see them.

“Ok,” he said, his breathing becoming heavier. His ministrations were having an effect on him as his new nipples hardened, and so did the bulge in his pants. “Well, if that’s-oh yes- the case, then you wouldn’t mind starting the class presentations, Chelsea.”

“Daddy, do I really have to go first? Can’t I just show you a good time instead?” she asked with a pout.

“Chelsea, if you’re not ready to go- Go! Go! Go! Uhg- goooo, then you’ll be docked points and still have to present on Monday.”

Chelsea stood up and stomped her foot with a huff. This caused her chest to jiggle, something that Mr. Burton must have take notice of because the tits he was playing with shrunk noticeably, while the nipples darkened and become thicker. The teacher was now feeling up a copy of Chelsea’s boobs. Even though they weren’t attached to her, Jen felt a strange sense of relief that copies of her own breasts were no long on open display to the class.

Chelsea muttered something under her breath about a “dick up her ass” and trudged to the front of the room with a few pieces of paper. So looked down at the sheets while avoiding the stares of her peers.

“Alright you dirty studs and sluts. This is my hot and steamy book report on Metamorphosis. I picked this book because I heard it was all about a giant cock, but it turns out it was about a roach and not a well hung stud. It was so much harder to finger my sopping wet hole to that, but my vibrator up my tight back door helped…”

Jen looked around the room and nobody was at all phased by Chelsea’s language or the content of her “report.” Almost everyone seemed bored to tears as the girl shared the vivid details of her masturbation marathon mixed with lit review. Unfortunately, Jen found herself becoming quite turned on as Chelsea cooed and whined in her new slutty speaking pattern about how she violated herself with multiple toys. She glanced at Fiona and once again caught the girl stealing glances at the tentpole rising under Jen’s skirt. She needed a better distraction. And answers. And now was the perfect time to kill two birds with one stone.

“Fiona, honestly, can you tell me more about, um, me?”


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

Glad to see this is still going!


Re: Chick for a Dick - by ekempo5000

There’s still a whole lot of story planned. Just a matter of getting all of the pieces in place and having time to write it out. I’m glad it’s still being enjoyed so much and hope this long awaited chapter continues to please.