"Oh god, where's my dick? Where's my dick?!"
It grows too late to ask questions like this, mortal. You have spoken the words of the idol. You have summoned your new form willingly. The window of reversal grows smaller. Your coming eruption will close it.
My hands searched between my legs in desperation — gradually becoming coated in a new wetness. The slickness was familiar, the kind that had met my fingers as they dove into the panties of my girlfriend. I eyed the idol in front of me, eying the ancient script on its underside. 'Spell of reversal.' The words were etched clearly, all I needed to do was to say them; the words came out in singing, feminine moans. My fingers continued their search in disbelief, my eyebrows slowly arching upwards.
You continue your search in vain, mortal. . . or perhaps you like what you are finding?
I whimpered. What was this feeling building inside of me? The one that made stopping such an aching proposition. My fingers worked faster. Curiously moving through the tight slit that had opened between my thighs, searching for the source of the tension growing within me. They moved easily between my new pussy lips. Parting them. Working them. Awakening the new vacancy within me. I bit my bottom lip, now pouty and swollen, and moaned. My pussy lips grew more swollen and wet by the second, invitingly begging my fingers to continue.
Yes. It is best you finish. Escaping through the portal now would leave you confused. Conflicted. Accept it. Accept your beautiful new form. Accept what awaits.
The words echoed in the room and between my ears. I held my balance with a dainty hand in front of me and leaned back into my working fingers. I swayed my hips to meet them. To ride them. Now my entrance was far behind me, achingly close to my quivering asshole, a completely new sensation in comparison to the dick that used to ride high and hard towards the front of my pelvis. I flexed the muscles that once made it stiffen. They pulsed within me, desperate to cling to the type of sex I once possessed.
I can't stop.
Oh fuck, I can't stop.
I bit harder into my lip. My body shook. Once. A warning of what was to come. I looked down watching the aftershock run through my new tits. They were beautiful.
I was close. My eyes looked back forlornly at the reversal spell. . . My fingers settled into a tight figure-8 pattern around what I realized was my new clit. I swayed my hips in a reverse motion, grinding my fingers. I held two together and dipped my hips to take them inside of me.
I shook again. This time it was followed immediately by another. Then another. I fucked my fingers, taken in lust for how a female body moves when it is filled with desire. My nipples hardened at the apexes of my new tits swinging in front of me, as if they knew what was approaching. The word mammary flashed through my mind. My nipples had once riden flat on my chest. Would they ever return from the tips of these two pert globes of flesh that were still swelling, still taking shape?
The window is closing. Your spirit is succumbing to your feminine nature. Once dormant inside of you, it now is taking control.
I moaned, my ears taking delight in the melodic soprano of my new voice. My fingers returned their attention to my clit. My pulsing nub of perfect pleasure. They sped up. Guiding the way through my slick, sensitive folds to my coming orgasm. I knew it was too close to call back now. I knew in my tits I had to see it through. When it hit the idol crumbled into powder before me. I threw my head back, feeling my long hair tickle my butt as I moaned out in pure acceptance.
Your choice has been made. A new vessel has come into being.
The words echoed within me. I wanted to be a vessel. I wanted to be filled.
I thought of my girlfriend. Without a hint of guilt for seeing my orgasm through. With understanding of what I had been missing. Already feeling like more of a woman than her.
It's time to begin. Are you ready?
I nodded. "Yes."
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Original author: BLQuick
Repost of a story already on this site to add the missing image.