When the spell finished Ian could only feel the burning, aching need between his legs. Not the tits on his chest, not the hair on his shoulders, only the new fixture of his arousal, drowning out everything else. The rather extreme arousal he'd felt as a man had transferred as expected, only now he could finally do something about it. Within moments he'd stripped and collapsed to the floor and began aggressively rubbing himself while he fingered his ass.
The ass fingering hadn't been planned, but the rest was. Ian's wife Mabel got rather pissed at him for jerking off too much and then struggling to get it up when she wanted sex. She cast a spell making it so he couldn't stroke his cock without her in the room. Much as Ian complained about it, Mabel showed no interest in reversing her spell, and Ian grew increasingly, desperately horny as she further punished him by denying him sex as well. He tried to get off by dry-humping the couch and playing with his ass, but he just couldn't get there.
But Mabel wasn't the only one with magical talent. Sure she was stronger than Ian and he couldn't undo her spell, but Ian was a clever bastard. Flipping through Mabel's spellbook, Ian realized there was a way he could get off without jerking off. All he needed was a pussy.
Thankfully there was a spell that would turn him into a woman lickety split!
Ian fingerfucked himself relentlessly, moaning and cumming once, twice, three times in under an hour! It felt so fucking incredible he couldn't believe it. And he couldn't stop.
Which is how he lost track of time and was still frenetically diddling himself when Mabel got home. Ian made apologetic excuses and stammered nervously, but Mabel just smirked at him.
"So that's how you want it, huh?" Mabel said. She chanted a few words and in seconds had transformed into a hulking man with a massive cock. Without a moment's pause she marched over and buried it in Ian and started fucking him silly.
Ian couldn't believe what was happening. His whole world shook to the rhythm of the pleasure Mabel's incredible cock was giving him. It was so much bigger than his fingers. So much better. He couldn't do anything to resist it and he didn't want to!
Ian came again and realized everything he'd thought was an orgasm before had just been foreplay. He screamed and spasmed and lost his breath as the world faded to nothingness but the pleasure he felt.
When Ian came back from that place of little death, Mabel was grunting loudly too. With a final hurried thrust she plunged deep in Ian's pussy and let loose a torrent of cum.
Ian shivered in the afterglow of the best orgasm in his life as he felt the cum fill him and then ooze out of his pussy.
"Ok, I'll admit having a cock makes me want to do that more. Which is good, I guess, since I got carried away." Mabel huffed afterwards.
"Yeah, I mean, a cock's got a mind of it's own, but how could you not have wanted- wait- what do you mean that's a good thing? What do you mean carried away?" Ian asked.
"The spell you used to turn into a woman. It's the one on page 342 right?" The number sounded about right to Ian, but he wasn't sure, "That spell is permanent when you get cum in you. Plus there's like a fifty-fifty chance you got knocked up."
"WHAT?!" Ian reeled.
"Don't worry babe. I'm not mad at you anymore." Mabel smirked, "I'll stay a man and you can stay home and masturbate all you want now. And if I can't get you in the mood for loving after that, well I'm sure a bit of lube can split the difference. Or you know, just a blowjob. Speaking of, I'm really curious what that's like. How long's it take a guy to get ready again? Cause the second I am, I want you to show me why you kept asking for that..."
Ian was going to have a lot to learn about being a woman. Thankfully, one of those would be that that mind-numbing orgasm was not a one-time occurrance.