My roommate Phil is a witcher. We had a lot of fun with his powers in college times, but eventually we understood, that we were pretty childish. To start becoming more mature we made an agreement to better our language. Every time one of us said something ambiguous or dirty, Phil would put the speaker under a spell for punishment. They should always last for two hours and then he transforms me or himself back. Well...it was a good idea, but it got out of hand. Yesterday, for example, I snacked a sandwich and he asked: "Hey, I get myself a barista coffee, should I bring you something from the cafe too?" You shouldn't talk while eating, but I mumbled back: "Yeff fankf,somefing milfy pleafe." When I realized what I said, it was already too late. By Phil's dirty grin I could see, that he had a spell in mind. And he wouldn't hesitate to say it. In the next moment I couldn't speak different than before. But my sandwich was eaten up. I had lips big and glossy, which made me speak like I had something in my mouth. And suddenly I wanted to have something in my mouth. From all the other verbal mistakes we made, I already knew I would be really hot. I looked down at myself and couldn't look further than onto my enormous breasts. "You made me sex craving and youself long lasting again?" I asked knowing the answer. "Of course, how could I ever get a banger like you to have sex with me." Phil said grinning. "Then let's get going! We only have two hours." I said and got on my knees to worship his work of magic.
Over the time we made some other additional agreements:
- The male part always try to stand as long as possible.
- At least one orgasm on each side.
- Always return the favour of oral sex.
1 hour and 25 minutes - and Phil came on my aging belly. That's a new record. This meant he had 35 minutes to lick into heaven.
Phil changed us back and sighed: "Two hours ago I wanted to get down for a big black one with a blonde drip..." he stopped and waved his magic finger. I grew instantly a few inches, my best part too, while muscles appeared all over my body. Even at places, where I never imagined, someone could have muscles. my skin turned darker and Phil became the incarnation of a blonde bombshell. "This spell lasts three hours. I'll get and drink my coffee in this form."
"Don't start without me! I'm extremely horny."
Phil was back after 15 minutes and almost swigged his coffee. Later, while I fucked him senseless, I thought to myself: "Was his phrase on purpose?"
