If you want to attract a willing, unenchanted sex partner, you might have to use the Adonis spell

You apologize to your mother for not letting her know you were going to be home late. You tell her you went to Tracey’s after school to study and hang out, but lost track of time. You’ll be home soon.

After you hang up, you pause for a deep breath. You see the herbs for the Blessing of Aegle spells are still out. You remember the Blessing of Adonis also called for herbs. You check and see that both spells use the same ingredients. You think about your looks, and how you never attracted much attention from girls at school. If you want to persuade a woman to let you tie her up and drizzle hot wax on her while you fuck, it would certainly be easier if you were movie-star handsome. You reach around your slaves as they lick and suck, and start to sprinkle the herbs again.

“What spell are you casting, Master,” Tracey asks between long laps on your still mostly soft dick, sounding excited to see you using magic again.

Tracey and Ellie both try to watch what you are doing out of the corners of their eyes, torn between wanting to watch you cast the spell and their obsession with your cock and balls. They are somewhat in the way, so you grip them both by the hair and gently tug them back. “Let me recover for a bit, and cast the spell,” you tell them. They nod, looking a bit disappointed to be pulled from your crotch, but they turn to watch you draw the symbol in the scattered herbs. “I’m casting the Blessing of Adonis. I’m going to make myself more handsome and masculine, so I have a better chance of getting partner for sex magic. Apparently, it’ll make my cock bigger, too. So that’s a little bonus for you girls,” you chuckle.

Their eyes go wide. “Sir, you’re perfect the way you are,” Ellie says in a hush, “Why would you want to change at all. And your cock is the most amazing I’ve ever seen, it doesn’t need to be different in any way.” Tracey nods in agreement with her mother.

You stroke Ellie’s hair. “It’s the enchantment that makes you think that way, Maid. Don’t worry, you’ll think the new me and my new cock are just as perfect. The magic will make sure of it.”

They look uncertain, but don’t argue with you. You start the chant, as you picture yourself the way you imagine women would find attractive. You imagine your boyish face more rugged and symmetrical, with a strong jaw and bright, piercing eyes. You design a body for yourself that you think will get stares on the beach, lean and athletic, with broader shoulders, washboard abs, and thick arms with well-defined biceps and triceps, a muscular chest with sculpted pecs, you go ahead and give yourself thicker hair on your chest, figuring that if it doesn’t work for any particular woman, it’s easier to manscape than to add hair if you make your chest smooth. You round things out with a strong, well-muscled back and legs to match. Then as a last thought, you add a couple of inches of length and a proportionally more girth to what you think of as the pretty average six inches you have now. You want to be impressive, but not scare away any potential partners with a freakish foot-long pussy-buster.

When you’re done with the spell, you have Tracey give you a ride home in her mom’s car. Before you leave, you tell them both that they should be sleeping naked, in the same bed from now on. You want them to get used to being undressed around the house and sexual with each other.

Over dinner, Abbie teases you. “Another afternoon of hard studying with your new girlfriend, Beanpole? Keep that kind of studying up and you’ll flunk all your finals, except maybe biology.”

“Sorry to disappoint your dirty mind, Abs. Tracey’s mom was home most of the time. We didn’t do anything she wouldn’t want to overhear,” you say. You figure it’s best if your mom doesn’t think you’re rushing things too much with Tracey. “Besides, I’m her first boyfriend, and she’s my first girlfriend. We’re not quite as, um… experienced as you,” you tease her back.

“You two be nice to each other, at least while we’re having dinner,” your mom says, cutting off Abbie’s retort.

The rest of the evening is quiet. Once you’re in bed, you Facetime Tracey and confirm that your mother and daughter slaves are naked in bed together. That night, you have powerfully erotic dreams about them. In the dreams, you have the body you imagined for yourself.