Wishing Well pt. 1 - by ArtixLV   

Lynn and May were struggling their way through the underbrush, not enjoying each other’s company one bit. They didn’t like the other in the first place, and the building frustration from getting lost in the woods was not about to spark a fairy tale friendship anytime soon. They were tired, roughed up, and most of all, sick of their hiking partner.

“I literally can not believe you got us lost!” May was the one breaking the long, uncomfortable silence, with the exact same sentence she had used earlier during their trek. Lynn was too tired, too frustrated, to fight with the haughty blonde for another second, and decided to let May indulge herself. “If you hadn’t literally *dragged* me off the trail, we would’ve been well and back at the camp right now!”

Lynn was hesitant to admit it, but May wasn’t wrong. She was the one who had left the path and their classmates behind. And since the two of them had been put together as a pair, despite their prior history, May was obliged to keep tabs on her. Lynn and May had always had a strained relationship. Ages ago, May had identified Lynn as a rival of sorts, flaunting her heritage, looks and popularity to bring Lynn down. Despite being the awkward, shy kid, with less than stellar grades, Lynn had managed to take May’s title as top of the class in a single subject on a single midterm, which triggered May’s sudden interest in making her feel like shit.

May was well aware of Lynn’s buttons, that much was very clear. She was from a rich household, her skin was pure and beautiful, her body lithe, yet curvy, and she was a veritable genius on top of it all. Suffice to say, she was the school’s idol. Lynn, however, was nothing but average. Raised by a single mother. Wiry, brittle hair. Bags under her eyes. Slightly crooked teeth. Pimples and blemishes. A close knit, but small circle of friends. May was constantly, without end, pointing out her shortcomings, and pushing her down. Truly, their relationship was anything but amicable.

“I wish you were never born! I wish your garbage mother never put you on this Earth!” Lynn stopped in her tracks. May, too, stopped, and turned around to face her classmate. “This is all your fault,” she said, not noticing the tears welling up in Lynn’s eyes. The combined stress of being lost, and May’s relentless assault, was simply too much. But before the tears had time to fall, the ground gave way beneath them. With a loud rumble and two surprised yelps, the two girls fell into the darkness below.

The cave was lit by the hole Lynn had fallen through, 10 feet above them. Her tears had literally been knocked out of her eyes when she hit the hard, adobe floor, but she wasn’t hurt, thankfully. She could hear May somewhere in the dark, but out of sight, so she too must’ve made it without serious injury. Suddenly, the furthest reaches of the cave was lit up by a torch in May’s hand.
“Come here,” she yelled. Lynn surmised that she had been lying on her back for longer than she first thought, as she made her way to May.

Where May was standing was a large, ornate altar. It was seemingly carved out of the ground, with highly intricate patterns engraved onto it. It was unlike anything Lynn had seen before. Its origin was a complete mystery.

As May was looking around the altar, Lynn noticed three brilliant, perfectly spherical, green gemstones on top of it, resting in three separate recesses in the altar. Their stunning radiance, the way the flickering light from May’s torch made them seem alive somehow, stunned Lynn, who stared at them in awe. It didn’t take long for May to notice, too, yet her immediate reaction was different. She grabbed the leftmost gemstone, almost the size of her fist, and all the color drained from her face.

Lynn wasn’t sure how to react. May was completely stiff, not moving and iota. But her curiosity overcame her fear, and she, too, reached for a gemstone, the middle one to be exact. May’s freakout was immediately explained, as a thunderous voice filled Lynn’s ears.
“Thee who has't entered this place,” it roared, slow and deliberate. “By the magic in these stones, thy wishes wilt be granted! State thy wish and it will be so!”

The voice faded away, echoing in her ears. May seemed to have regained her composure, and Lynn did too, soon enough. Before Lynn had time to collect her thoughts and talk to her partner, a wicked grin had appeared on May’s face, betraying her equally wicked intentions. Her eyes gleamed with devilish intent as she moved towards Lynn, and she uttered a completely outlandish wish.
“I wish that Lynn turned into my penis. Permanently,” she said. And as soon as she did, the gemstone in her hand turned to ash and scattered in an etheral wind.

Suddenly, as if their bodies had turned intangible, the two girls’ clothes fell to the ground, whirling up the dust where they landed. An invisible force forced Lynn to her knees, facing away from May. First when she had processed what May wished for, did the violent force shock her. Lynn let out a harrowing scream as the invisible force pushed her towards the naked May, who was presenting her crotch for the metaphorical docking. Lynn clawed at the ground as tears once again welled up in her eyes, the gravity of the situation having dawned on her, yet her advance was not halted. The two meters between them was closed, and their bodies connected.

When they did, the two girls moaned in unison. Where their bodies met, an unfamiliar and indescribable heat started pulsating, turning both the girls on in an instant. Lynn could feel her body shift and quiver without her input, tears still running down her face. And she could still feel her body moving along the floor, though slower now. From May’s perspective, it seemed like Lynn’s butt had disappeared into her crotch, the seam between the two bodies completely gone. May’s complexion had started to spill over on the other girl, as tendrils of color started creeping up her back.

Lynn was drooling on the earthen floor. Or was it tears? She wasn’t sure anymore. She feared what would become of her, but she also feared the pleasure radiating through her body as her butt sank into the woman behind her. She could feel her legs lose their rigidity, turning into sprawling lumps of useless flesh. She could feel her back throbbing as her spine disappeared. She could feel her body shrink as her elbows slowly were not low enough to support her. Both Lynn and May were flush with color, both panting heavily as the bizarre change changed both their bodies.

Lynn’s legs shriveled up and merged, turning into a sack between May’s legs. Shortly after, Lynn felt two grapefruit-sized balls fall into the new piece of anatomy. She felt her body hollow out, as May’s body invaded her own, fusing their anatomy together, fusing their nervous systems together. Though far from having large enough hands, May had started stroking Lynn’s length as she was changing. Only her upper body was still relatively unchanged, the rest having turned into cock. May’s cock. And that was soon to change, too.

As May’s deft hands stimulated Lynn’s increasingly sensitive body, Lynn could feel May’s blood pump into her, making her body stiff and rigid. Her tits sunk into her chest, nipples disappearing, replaced by the smooth skin of her new owner. Her arms, too, lost their purpose, and slowly disappeared into what used to be her body. Lynn’s mouth filled with a salty, viscous fluid, the very thought of what it might be made her sick. It leaked from her mouth, as if someone failed to close a faucet properly.

All that remained of Lynn was her head, leaking precum, fresh from the balls that had used to be her legs, and tears from her eyes. She was indistinguishable from a cock from the neck down, foreskin looming ever so threateningly behind her, and her cock body standing turgidly at attention. As the foreskin started closing over her head, she tried to utter her last words.
“I don’t want to be a cock,” but nothing but a sloppy, garbled mess escaped her mouth, as droplets of precum fell from it. At that moment, the foreskin enveloped her head completely.

Only May remained in the cave, now with an 12 inch long cock attached to her crotch, bending ever so slightly upwards, head covered by foreskin. Her breathing was heavy and laboured. She grabbed her cock, but wasn’t even nearly able to reach around it.
“You turned into such a wonderful cock, Lynn! Finally you’re good for something,” she said, mockingly, pulling the foreskin back to reveal an achingly sensitive cockhead, devoid of any of Lynn’s features, matching the color of her nipples. She traced the glans’ ridge, shuddering at the new and alluring sensation.

Lynn was floating in a haze of unconsciousness, only barely aware of the things around her. She could feel cold air on her skin, humidity on her legs, and a warm embrace around her head. That’s when she realized that she was no longer human. That she, for all the world, was nothing but a cock, stuck between her bully’s legs.

May’s wetness was dripping onto her sack, as she started stroking her new appendage with increasing fervor. The sensation was incredible, her balls having ached for release ever since they dropped, fifty seconds ago. Her right hand was running up and down her cock’s length, while the other was massaging the glans. Every time she stimulated it, a jolt of almost painful pleasure ran through her very being, soaking her labia in sudden spurts of lubricant every time.

Lynn, in her incorporeal state of consciousness, felt every jerk, every stroke, and they all filled her being with indescribable pleasure. Her eyes were gone, but even the lightest touch would’ve made her cry tears of joy, if she could. She could feel every part of her being caressed by her new owner as she explored the new world that had opened up to her. Soon enough she felt it. The pressure building in her. The immediate need for release, and the desperation to do anything to get over the edge.
May was on her knees, panting heavily, groping hear left breast as she vigorously jerked off her monster cock. She had left a pool of womanly fluids below her. Her balls were rocking back in rhythm with her tugs and pulls. Soon enough, she felt it. The pressure building in her. The immediate need for release, and the desperation to do anything to get over the edge. Her hand moved faster, her movement more desperate, erratic. She could feel it bubbling up inside of her. With a final jerk, all the way to the base, May’s hips spontaneously jerked forward as thick ropes of cum shot out of her. Spurt after spurt made her hips rock back and forth, her balls swinging like a pendulum below. Twelve, thirteen. The spurts didn’t stop. Only when she had released what seemed like several liters did the cumming stop, an amount seemingly impossible to fit inside her body. May was spent, and fell into the pool of her own secretions.

Lynn was in a daze of warm, pure bliss. The release had eased her mind, relieving her of all her prior stress and resentment. Getting played with several times on a daily basis sounded almost alright. And Lynn would make sure she couldn’t go untouched for long, that much she could still do, she figured. She could feel herself shrink, her body turning soft and flexible, yet still monstrous in size and nature. She almost felt at peace as she felt herself slowly falling asleep. But just as she was about to resign herself to her fate as a cock, she heard it again. That thunderous and mysterious voice.
“State thy wish and it will be so!”