"Oh fuck!" I gasped as I came down from what was without a doubt the greatest orgasm of my life. It was weird that I'd had it while transformed into a woman with my friend Roger's dick pumping in and out of my pussy like there was no tomorrow. Roger, who I swore I had seen rapidly shrinking between my legs as I was orgasming. The only thing between my legs now was a giant load of cum oozing out of my pussy.
"Roger?" I called out, hoping I'd been mistaken about what I'd seen. My eyes bulged when the cum seemed to shiver as I called Roger's name. I tried it again and it did it again, though less obviously.
"Oh no." I whispered as I got the implication. The cum oozing out of me was Roger.
What the fuck was I supposed to do!? This whole stupid thing had been Roger's idea! We'd found that weird spellbook that for some reason only he could read. We never found out why, Roger had joked it was because he had Roma heritage, but I doubted that was even true. He'd been the one to find a spell to turn someone into a woman. I laughed when he described what it was supposed to do and told him to fucking try it on me. I joked that I could bear to have a pair of tits for awhile.
Now I was trying to remember exactly what Roger had said the spell would do. It had been a pretty long-winded description that only paraphrased was "turns a man into a woman". There was some bit about life giving powers. Something about new beginnings and exchanges. We hadn't expected it to actually work, if only I'd paid more attention!
After he'd finished descirbing the spell, part of casting it apparently, I'd been transformed into a woman. 'd had tits, and I'd played with them, and they'd felt good, and Roger had asked if he could play with them, and I said yes, and then that felt even better, and then he'd slipped his finger in my pussy, and I was so wet, and I moaned so loud, and it felt so good, and he'd asked if I wanted to find out what it was like to get fucked as a woman, and I admitted I was actually really curious...
"Roger?" I called out to puddle of cum leaking out of me. This time it didn't respond.
Shit.
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Eight months later
My belly quivered and kicked as I showered. God, I was so big now!
My tits were fucking huge too now. And sensitive. I was horny, but thanks to my pregnancy hormones, I was always horny.
The first few months of being a woman had been rough. As I burned through what little funds I had in my old name, I tried desperately to find someone else who could read the spellbook, but everyone I showed it to said it was all gibberish. That's what had led me to a university linguistics department where I'd met Carl, a graduate student who agreed to help a poor desperate woman with her weird request to translate a strange book. He was nice and he invited me out to drinks to talk about it. We chatted and I made up lies about the book being a family heirloom that I had no hints about and he told me it was going to be hard. He invited me out to drinks again the next week, to talk about it more, but I knew what he really wanted. He was helping me out though so the least I could do was go on another date with him. When he realized I once again ordered only club soda, he guessed I might be pregnant. He asked if I wanted to talk about it and I told him I didn't, but that I hoped it wouldn't keep him from seeing me. I meant professionally, but his eyes lit up and he said he had no problem dating a pregnant woman. We started going on real dates after that.
It was weird, being a woman and getting courted by a guy. I definitely liked him, at least platonically, so when he kissed me and pushed for sex, I decided to go for it. After all, I'd already had sex as a woman once, and I was already pregnant, so there wasn't exactly much that could go wrong. It was still good but not as magically good as it had been with Roger. Good enough that when it became a regular thing, I found myself looking forward to it.
Eventually I told him I was undocumented. It was the most believable reason I had no ID. When I told him I was out of money and about to be homeless, he asked me to move in with him. I didn't hesitate and said yes.
Then the spellbook got stolen. We never did figure out who did it, but we had our suspicions that it was an inside job. One of Carl's fellow grad students who'd had access to Carl's office disappeared mysteriously right after the spellbook went missing. I bawled my eyes out when it disappeared, realizing even when Roger was born again he wouldn't be able to cast a spell to get us back to normal. I blamed the pregnancy hormones for my reaction, and in truth they probably contributed. I was very emotional those days.
Realizing my perilous situation as an undocumented pregnant woman and seeing me so distraught after the loss of the spellbook, Carl proposed what he thought was an easy fix. We'd only been dating a few months and I was pregnant with someone else's kid, but he wanted to marry me.
Like I said, I was emotional those days. I didn't want to lie to this guy who'd been so nice to me. I confessed the truth to him. Everything. In the moment I didn't care if he thought I was crazy. I didn't know if he believed me, but he didn't leave me, and because of that I told him I'd marry him.
As I showed I smiled as I remembered my whole journey again, it all flashing before my eyes as I soaped up my boobs, feeling for a minute like a guy again and marvelling at how much they'd grown and thinking about how much I'd like to fondle the tits that I was at that second already fondling.
Roger kicked me again and I snapped back to the present. He was really getting annoying.
"Quit kicking me Roger! A few more weeks and you'll be out!" I whispered down at my belly. Roger kicked a few more times. Sometimes I thought he was trying to communicate, and sometimes I thought he was a fussy baby. Or rather I should say, she was a fussy baby, as my ultrasounds clearly showed I was carrying a girl. Roger tended to kick up a storm whenever I verbally called attention to that fact, apparently not thrilled about it.
I ignored Roger and my tits and massive curves and how horny I was. Carl was working from home today trying to write a chapter of his thesis. I was sure he'd be up for a little afternoon delight. Even though I was a whale, Carl insisted he thought I was sexier than ever. He told me he wanted to see me like this a lot, that he was happy to raise this first baby that wasn't his, but that he definitely wanted LOTS of his own too.
The thought that I was going to spend most of the next decade plus pregnant and horny was all the stimulus I needed to get out of the shower wet and naked and go looking for my husband.
I loved being a woman.