Magic University, Little Pink Dress

“What the hell?” You exclaimed, looking at the contents of the unmarked package in your room. You pick it up gingly in your hands, pinching the soft pink fabric between your fingers. “A… dress?” You say out loud to no one in particular. And a particularly short one too. ‘*This has to have been sent to the wrong address…*’, you ponder, but as you flip the brown package upside down to inspect the label, you see it's marked with your name, and your apartment “3882 Dawn Road, Apt. 802, Magic U.” **tha-dunk** “Oh shit!” You exclaim, as a rectangular box falls out of the package and hits the floor near your feet. It's a deep navy color, about a foot long, a couple inches deep. It has a pink ribbon tied around it, fastening a lid to it securely. A paper also flutters out of the package, which you grab with your hand. Beautiful calligraphy is written on the parchment in what looks to be from a fountain-head pin. On the top of the page, a sigil in careful deep blue ink was drawn. You squint your eyes, trying to decipher the magical meaning behind the arcane rune. ‘*shit… I knew I shouldn’t have skipped so many runecrafting classes-*’ ### **READ** A flash emanates from the page, and your thoughts are interrupted, as your eyes start to study the parchment in greater detail. ‘*Fuck its a nested compulsion char-*’ ### **OBEY** A second flair from the page mentally detonates in your mind, as a drunken stupor glides over your thought process. Your eyes continue down the page soaking in every word, as stress falls off your shoulders as your body relaxes to follow whatever instructions are to follow. > Did you really think a memory charm would fucking work for that long? You really are an idiot. I know what you did, and you deserve everything coming to you and more. Your heart starts beating fast. This was a trap. The beautiful words correctly remind you that you aren’t the sharpest tac, and that you do truely deserve what comes next. It's only fair. > You’re to open the box and shove the dilido deep down your throat. You’re to love every second of it. How the fuck do you get out of this? Holding the paper in one hand, still reading, you grab the box with your free hand and pull on the ribbon, setting it free. You lick your lips in ancipation. > Then, live your life like the little slut you wished I was. And similar to the fucked up curse you put on me, this one will keep going and going and going until you go a week without orgasming. Your now ex’s words ring in your head. Fuck she told you the rules to layer the curse on even thicker. You open the box and see a clear, thick dilido, pulsating with latent transumation magic. Your heart skips a beat. If you delay your action long enough, the compulsion charm will wear off, enabling you to avoid this mess. You pick up the dilido, holding its heft in your hands. You could also do a quick counter charm on the cursed object, if you understood it more, and studied it closer. You bring it to your lips, licking the silicon head. Surprise rocks your body as you feel your lips part and the dick slides into your moist mouth. ‘*fuck! no, wait, more, farther, deeper*’ you protest, loosening your jaw and relaxing your throat. “mMMMmmM” you hear a woman moan between your ears as the base of the cock nearly touches your lips. Warmth fills your body from the head up as you feel your body convulse, rejecting, accepting, embracing the changes. Your eyes flicker in worry as your dick sucking lips wrap around the member. You see in your blurry vision long nails on your delicate hands turn hot pink, as you shove your punishment deeper yet still within you. Your Tshirt becomes loose and illfited, as it magically dissipates. Your free hand presses against your bare, soft chest as mounds of flesh meet its grip. Your eyes flicker up as piercings form through your nipples. “mmmMMMMmmmMMMMMM uhhh” you hear the mumbling of a woman in heat with a mouthful. Rolling pleasure distracts you as your shorts ride up on your expanding hips and ass, until all that's left is a cute white thong. Saliva has started to pool in your mouth, as your body rushes to embrace the dilido deep in your throat. You quake as your vision darkens, you can barely keep it in, but you know you should for as long as posible. You deserve this. You gag once, twice, and pull it out.

Saliva comes pouring out of your mouth as you yank the clear dilido out. “Fuckkkkk” you moan in a high pitched voice. A woman’s voice. “Fuckkkkk” you turn to look at the mirror. Seeing a near naked bombshell. “I need… I need…” You breathe hard, still catching your breath, “I need to fix this.” There's gotta be at least one good guy with a counter curse on campus. “Okay…” You feel your pierced nipples sharpen as a shiver teases your body. A sense of warmth fills your thighs. Longing. Longing for something. “Okay… get dressed, go to campus. Find some guy...” You grab the pink dress. Nothing else would fit you well, and slip it on. It shoves your tits up for everyone to see, and hugs your beatiful round ass. You can barely step without it riding up on your thick thighs. You feel a dampness in your crotch, as your pussy screams out for attention. “Fuck… I can’t walk in there in wet panties…” You hop on your bed and pull them off, revealing a glistening pussy. You look at yourself in the mirror. A smile adorns your face as you realize just how fucking hot you look. You look fucking sexy as hell. Fuck, theres no way you’re going to miss out on a chance to orgasm as a chick. You lick your fingers and touch yourself in front of the mirror

It would also be a shame if you didn’t experience how it felt to get fucking destroyed by some good dick too. You wonder how easy it would be to get some guy over and deliver the experience. Turns out, not that hard.

After all, you do deserve this. ## Thank you for Reading! Leave a Like or a Comment <3 X-Change: The Long Con More in the Magic University series