I used to be a normal business man who was only trying to make a live, but, alas, I was proving to be poor at what I did. As I came to the realization of that, I started getting very depressed. I realized that my love-life was not going anywhere, that I was just getting bored with life. Eventually, I broke down and quit my job. I tried joining the Foreign Legion, but I was rejected. It was then that I met a magician who decided to help me out. He told me that I had some potential as a procurer of the black arts. At first, I didn't believe him, but he showed off his skills, and I had no real choice but to say yes.
He taught me over the course of ten years, and I learned at a pace that the magical community hadn't seen since the Renaissance. I was especially good at making magical items and manipulating flesh. This proved to be my new decided career. I'd seen all sorts of people in my life. I wanted to help those in need and punish those who take advantage of people. This was my revenge on and salvation of the world.
I'll wouldn't be the first to tell you that life in the magical community is a little dull sometimes. Worldwide, there are a number of us, but that doesn't seem to make much difference. There are different types of magicians. I'm a maker, delving into the arts of artificing, alkemy, mind-control, and mutations. I'm rather pleased with what I do, but there are so many other types who have different skills and therefore different experiences that it's quite hard to talk very much about the magic we practice. Some do the standard flinging of fireballs. Others talk with the dead. A few even practice disappearing acts and such. Even with our clusters of ability, none of us are skilled in the exact same way.
It can get quite dull. A year ago, I decided to do something about some of this boredom. As a code amongst the alliance of magicians that I'm a member of, I'm not supposed to expose anyone to magic without making sure that I and the rest of magiciankind won't be locatable. It's quite a sensible rule, but eventually, I got sick of following it. What I decided to do was go out and market my ability, charging good paying customers for my services. Now, I wasn't going to do anything stupid like opening up a magic store in the middle of the mall, not even one that fleets away and returns in another place. I just wanted to make some money.
You ask why I would want to do such a thing. Obviously, I can make anything that I want. Oh, that's so true, but the little business man that I used to be keeps poking his little head out at me, telling me to go and profit. I had to succumb, but I didn't want to make some drastic impact on the entire world, so I decided to my business underground. I set it up such that I'd find my potential customers, and they'd seek my help. I only charge what they can reasonably afford, since it's not really the money I'm after. I'd make a profit from a penny for a magical automobile.
Well, I immediately began searching the world for a customer. The first one that I found was a quite wealthy woman in Amsterdam named Laurie. Originally American, she had moved to Amsterdam to find pleasure through whatever means she could find. She had the money from her divorce and could easily live the rest of her life in a lap of luxury. She bought drugs, ate fine food, and sought out the best sex that she could find. Still, she wasn't satisfied.
I have no problem with people going out and finding pleasure. After all, life would be quite dull without it, but she was hurting herself and others while she was at it. Obviously, she hurt herself with the drugs and promiscuity, but she also hurt those poor men who fell in love with her shortly before she threw them out. Also, the mere fact that she would pay money to the slime who sell drugs was enough to get me steaming. Her whole life was a small tumor in a world of people that's already sick enough. I had to do something about it.
My means was through her drug-dealer. I turned that scum into a set of male genitalia that could fly about and waited for her to arrive for her standard dose of heroine and angel dust. When she did come, she was automatically wondering about what happened to old Randy.
"Well," I said, "he decided to take a little vacation. In the meantime, he told me to take over."
"Okay," she said, "I'm looking for heroine right now." She was pretty obviously close to actually suffering the consequences of a halt in its use. I would soon fix that.
"Unfortunately, Interpol snagged the last shipment, and we have nothing left but marijuana. I do have some stuff to keep you from needing drugs for a little while. How about that?"
"Uh, no heroine. How the hell am I supposed to get pleasure? I could get marijuana from a street-side store. It's not strong enough. I guess I'll just have to find another dealer."
She had her point. She could. "Hmm. I do have a little something that isn't a drug but could enhance pleasure."
She looked at me with very curious eyes. "Something new? What is it?"
"Well, it's pretty expensive, but it will make sex better than the highest high you've ever experienced. You can have enough for a week for the price of three hundred thousand dollars. Honestly, it's more than worth the price."
The new look on her face was one of disappointment. "I have the money, but I can't just write a check like that. The cops would certainly smack down on us, and it would take to long to get the cash."
"Of course, but I am more than capable of keeping the police from ever finding out. You can trust me on that."
Having exposed herself to so many narcotics had made her mind a little weak and gullible. She believed me. Eventually, she wrote out that massive check and took some pills that I made for getting rid of her need for heroine and angel dust. Then I gave her the package. In it was a bra, a thong, and a condom. She looked at me like I had just severely ripped her off. "What the hell is this?" she demanded.
"Well, there's far more than meets the eye with that set. It's laced with stuff that will knock your socks off. Let me tell you what to do."
She didn't look convinced. Obviously, she wasn't too gullible. "Okay, big man, what do I do to use it. If you're shitting me, you're going down. Richard depends on me to pay for his overhead."
"All right. Fair enough. Now, let me tell you. When you go and look for some pleasure tonight, put these on. When you do, go and find your partner as soon as possible. It won't be too hard, since your apparel gives off an extremely powerful aphrodisiac. When it's time, make sure that he wears the condom. The first use may seem weak, but afterwards, expect nothing but the best. Actually, expect the best."
"There's only one condom, though. You can't expect me to use it more than once."
"No, one of the catches is that you keep the same guy. You won't be using the condom again. You just have to stay with the dude for a week."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, if I'm not satisfied, though, you're in deep shit, got it?"
I successfully bluffed a look of fear and said, "Of course."
That night, she put the underwear on. She was quite surprised by the comfortable feel that the silk gave her. Of course she couldn't feel the thongs all that well, at least in any comfortable way. Next, she found the cocktail dress that she was going to wear. It was a nice red dress that glimmered in any light. She adorned herself in jewelry of such magnitude that would make Ivana Trump blush. As she was leaving, she suddenly began to feel hornier than she could remember having felt in years. Not thinking too much of it, she went on to one of her favorite clubs.
There, she met some American college guy in Amsterdam for his spring break. They danced a while and then gave up, each knowing what the other had come in for. Laurie took his hand and led him to her Porsche, and they sped off to her penthouse. They didn't talk much in the trip, but they did fondle each other as best they could in a moving vehicle.
They could barely wait in the elevator, kissing and cuddling with uncanny strength. When they reached Laurie's floor, it was a near sprint to the bedroom. She could barely get the key in the keyhole, she was so excited. They did get in, though.
Inside, Laurie made it to her bed, as student, whose name she didn't even know, pounced impatiently onto her body. They were extremely ravenous, incapable of any thought or desire except for sex. They bypassed foreplay and were heading straight to the undressing. The two hammered through some amazing sex at a high speed.
The fact that it was so good frightened the two, since usually good sex means slow sex. Laurie decided to take it in as just fine. Whatever works, works, she thought to herself.
Both slept pretty well that night and woke up the next morning feeling fairly horny. The student said that he had to go, though, since he was supposed to visit some sights for one of his classes.
"Wait," said Laurie, remembering that she was actually supposed to stay with the same guy over the duration of the week. "Why don't you stay here? I'd really like you to, and I would make your stay in Amsterdam far more exciting."
He looked at her, thinking that it wasn't supposed to be more than a one-night-stand. Then again, he really didn't want to study, especially when he was as horny as he was. Still, he had his doubts. "Why don't I stay for the morning? I'll have to rush my touring later, but I see no point in not staying."
"Okay," she said, not wanting to push it. By this point, she was unconsciously squirming underneath her sheets. At the same time, he was keeping himself somewhat busy by rubbing his piece of equipment against the top of the bed. At the same point, they both realized it and made their moves, the college kid wrapping his arm around Laurie's waist, and Laurie going in for the kiss. He navigated his hand up her waist to her bosom and started to massage her.
She didn't ever remember feeling this good about having her breasts rubbed. In fact, it almost seemed better than most of her orgasms. Just then, she felt a tingling sensation covering her entire body. Enjoying it, she embraced the young man. She could feel his penis against her thigh. Apparently, he could as well, since he was groaning a slight bit writhing in pleasure. He didn't do that for too long, though, since he decided to slide down her body so that he could suck her nipples.
The feedback that he got was immense. Laurie spasmed in delight, slightly banging one of the student's ribs. He didn't mind too much, since he was just getting off from her enjoyment. He never remembered performing this well in his life. He wondered if she was just humoring him. He didn't care too much, though, since he would be gone after noon.
Something funny seemed to be happening, though, and both noticed pretty quickly. Laurie's chest seemed to be swelling at a noticeable rate. He backed off to observe the phenomenon, but wanted more. "Come on. It's weird, but I feel wonderful, especially when you fondle me. Come on, please."
He was feeling pretty excited and decided to go ahead with what he was doing. Eventually, she stopped her cleavage expansion and felt somewhat satisfied with the pleasure. Slightly restricted by the weight and bulk of her enlarged bosom, she drug herself down the student's body to play with his member. She started fondling his balls and gently teasing his cock. He couldn't help but to twitch somewhat violently from the stimulation. The rush of sensations was so great that he almost mistook it for orgasm.
She continued to play with him, and he continued to thrash in agonizing pleasure. Something strange was happening, though. His genitalia began to swell to a far greater size. Laurie didn't stop, though, since she knew he didn't want her to. His endowment continued to grow, and so did his sensitivity. Eventually, after a septupling of the volume of his penis and testicles, she stopped hand pleasuring him and went on to lick and suck. It was a bit difficult because of the size, but she found that issue more of a challenge than a burden.
She didn't let him cum yet, of course, but she wasn't exactly sure that he would fit in. Then she started to think about what was happening. First off, sudden growth of sexual and quasisexual body parts was a physical impossibility. She wondered if maybe the "stuff" that I put into the goods was some kind of hallucinogen. In that case, she was thinking fairly clearly. Then something else occurred to her. The night before, she never remembered taking off her underwear. For that matter, they never threw away the condom. When she got a chance, Laurie cast a few glances about the room, searching for the missing items. She found none. It wasn't too important, though, since the student was massaging her pussy, and she was again feeling too good to think.
The pleasure was immense. After a little bit of his fingering, she suddenly felt an odd sensation in her groin area. Her vagina seemed to be deepening, widening, and lengthening. This was way too much. She screamed in the intense pleasure that she was undergoing. The student stopped briefly in fear, but Laurie grabbed his head and pulled it into her cunt. He got the point, and she started to orgasm, her juices spilling out all over the bed. Shortly there after, she stopped changing, and she could tell that the young man wanted some attention, but so did she.
She deftly rolled him over and mounted him. He shuddered in pleasure as she began to ride him. She was in such a frenzy that she didn't notice the strange, new sensations that seemed to be filling her body. He was feeling a similar way but paid no heed, since the exaggerated but familiar parts of him were responding so merrily. They kept going, not noticing even newer changes. Except for her newly expanded bosom and vagina and her hips and head, she was shrinking. He was as well, except for his head and genitalia. Finally, after she had orgasmed a number of times, he released his semen, and all seemed well, until they noticed what had happened.
They each jumped out of bed and examined each other. They were only about two thirds of their original heights, but now they seemed to be strange sex machines. As the college kid glared at Laurie's strangely erotic body, he started to harden again. It seemed all too quickly. Laurie was feeling hot, too. Each looked at each other with quickly returning sexual hunger, but Laurie was able to speak up first.
"I, uh, don't know what happened..."
"Mmm..." he mumbled as he started to lose resistance to his instincts.
"Wait, there was that weird guy who sold me the underwear and condom. Now, where could they have gone? Quick, help me look for my underwear and that condom that you wore last night!" They both looked in vain for about five minutes before they had to satisfy each other again, this time without altering effects. Afterward, before they were horny again, she called me.
"Hello," I answered the phone.
"Yes, hello. This is Laurie, you know your customer." She sounded very happy but also quite worried.
"Ah, yes. Is your purchase working properly?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's done so many strange things. First, my breasts grew, then his dick. Then my pussy got really big, and we shrank. God, I'm starting to feel horny again. This is starting to really scare me."
"It would be working properly. Just enjoy it as much as you can. All will subside after a week."
"My partner," she said. Then quietly I heard in the background, "What's your name?" She spoke up, "My partner, James, has things that he needs to get done. He can't possibly do them in his current condition. Please, oh please, help us."
"I'm sorry. The items that you bought have already taken effect. After a week, you'll both feel normal again. As for the things that he has to do, he'll just have to put them off."
"He has to go home before the week is up. I can buy him a new ticket, but he'll have way too much explaining to do for his school and parents. There has to be something. Oh, no, he's starting to lose control again, and so am, ohhh, I." She was breathing heavily again.
"Sorry, I'll see if I can handle the family and school. Call me back when you're done there and tell me the necessary information."
"Okay. Bye!" Quickly, she hung up the phone and went back to satisfy her intense craving once again. I just laughed a sadistic laugh. When she was done, she called back giving me the information. This time, she seemed much more at ease, until she needed love again.
I set it up such that he had been temporarily hospitalized, unconscious of course, so that he wouldn't be expected to speak with anyone. The merry little couple called several more times in the next two days, seeing how things were going. They made love repeatedly for the entire week, my magic keeping them from exhaustion, dehydration, and starvation. Finally, when all was over, James was supposed to leave, but he knew he'd never be satisfied with sex again. I actually talked to him, the poor bastard. He was feeling very inadequate, now that his member was at a normal size again, and he thought that he may be in love with Laurie. Laurie was feeling in a similar fashion and asked if I would sell her any more of whatever it was that I gave her, and I obliged. Doing this would keep her from hurting anyone else, ever again. James wasn't the nicest guy in the world anyway. He wouldn't have amounted to much in a real life, so I felt no remorse for his being stuck.
Cleanup was easy. James was effectively dead to America, and Laurie was just another rich woman in Amsterdam. I eventually turned the drug dealer back into a human being, but not the one he was before. He was now a random high school girl who was paying for his crimes. I was feeling pretty good, having repaired a tiny blotch in this big world of ours. I pondered my next move, wondering if the rest of the magicians in the world were going to respect me anymore.