Mike's magical mishap.

Mike was panting in outrage and frustration as he flailed about, desperately scanning the trashed dorm room with his phone out for any evidence of the wild affair he knew had taken place last night. He had been there at the beginning of it, he had hovered outside listening to the moaning and gasping of the three hot Fae bitches getting the lights fucked out of them. He had purchased the virility potion that facilitated the whole mess, not to mention the heinously named "Dickless Draught" that had him trapped in such a bladder bursting predicament.

His eyes fell on John, that slack-jawed,back-country hick that was at the center of all his woes. He was just standing there looking surprised, as if Mike didn't have any right to come in here and take back what was his, the fucking pussy.

Mike stomped up to him, getting his phone right up in the dumb assholes face, glaring at the small shamrock charm gleaming like an emerald in the morning sunlight streaming through the open windows. His magical charm...

"That's mine, give it back you fucking dick!"

"Wha- hey stop!"

Mike lashed out, grabbing the chain around the losers stupid neck and yanked hard. The chain held and all he accomplished was bringing his treacherous old roommate to a knee with hands clasped around Mike's forearm trying to shake him free. Mike knew on some level they had already tried this and more, that the chain was just as magical as the charm itself but he wasn't exactly thinking straight with all the painful pressure in his abdomen.

"No, you stole it! You stole my charm, you stole my bitches and then my dick! I'll fucking kill you..."

Seeing red Mike dropped his phone, balled up his fist and cocked his arm back for a wild punch.

Fizzle-Pop!

A blinding dazzle of multi-colored lights exploded in the forefront of Mike's vision. He reeled back, letting go of John's necklace and pawed at his eyes.

"That's enough of that, I should think." A smooth, calm female voice said.

"What did you do to him?"

"Oh, just a little pixie magic. It's a handy dandy cantrip most of us little folk know to help get out a tight squeeze." A lighter, bubblier voice responded. "He'll be fine in a minute or two. I can teach you if you like."

The bitches were still here! Mike dropped to his knees feeling blindly about for his phone as he blinked madly to clear his eyesight. His heart was hammering in his chest, he was so goddamn worked up and beginning to feel really strange. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Hmmm, I don't think so." The cooler voice said somewhere close by to his right. "Here, my Lover, can you turn this device off? I believe it may be recording us... on second thought, wait just a moment."

His phone! One of the bitches had taken his fucking phone. It was so unfair, Mike's chest felt tight and the place where his cock used to be was beginning to ache something fierce. It was like his overtaxed bladder was pounding at the foreign barrier threatening to burst the flesh there like a broken dam.

"Does he look okay to you? He's sweating like he has a fever." Mike heard John ask, sounding both annoyed and a bit worried.

"This faithless fool charged into an area of high ambient magic with an incomplete transmutation sorcery cast upon him, so yes. He will be feeling some... discomfort." The softer voice replied and Mike could hear the sneer in her tone.

"Wait, what? Ambient Magic? Transmutation sorcery? Are we in danger right now?"

"Only in danger of getting a hard dicking from you again, Baby. The ambient magic fallout from your dodgy virility potion is what's been fueling your boner all morning and keeping us all super horny." The chipper, girlish voice assured with a giggle. "It's super sloppy alchemy to blow out so much magical potential like that, very wasteful and pretty messy. Not that I'm complaining, just to be clear."

Mike groaned, his belly fit to burst and he could feel the sweat dripping off his chin as he rested his forehead against the carpet. It smelled of fire retardant and something else... something salty but sweet?

"And the transmut... trans... the sorcery?"

"Transmutation. That's, like, totally Lily's wheelhouse being a mermaid and all." The Fae slut prattled on, was no-one going to help him? Mike felt like he was dying down here!

"Mike is suffering under a partial Polymorph spell, an incomplete magical circuit if you will. Like Arielle said, it's very poor spellcraft and frankly dangerous." The whore called Lily explained as calmly as though she were delivering a lesson to a class of students. "Rather than designing a complete spell-frame to remove the penis, the backyard alchemist just formulated a classic Polymorph but broke select conduits of magical flow within the spell after the initial desired effects of the transformation are achieved. Now the spell is drawing in all the ambient magic here, trying to complete the casting but has nowhere for all that extra energy to go."

"Think of it like buying an electric car but disconnecting the power from everything but the headlights because that's all you wanted it for. Now that car is struck by lightning and the batteries are full to bursting but it only has the headlights to draw that power off and it's not enough." The chattering Pixie translated and Mike felt his skin grow cold at the revelation.

Was he actually going to die here? Fucking magic goddamn potions! He'd swear off them forever if he could get out of this alive. He would do better, be a better person and like, volunteer at puppy shelters and shit. If someone, anyone, would just...

"Help... me." He managed to wheeze, his chest felt like a boa constrictor was trying to crush his ribs into matchsticks.

"Well, I could fix the magical connections and let the spell complete itself. However I cannot promise what the end result might be, that blame is on whomever brewed this potion in the first place."

"Better do it, he looks to be in pretty bad shape."

Oh thank god... Mike felt a warm hand touch the back of his neck, there was a bone-cracking surge of power that washed through him like an arc of electricity then Mike started to convulse.

You jump back as Mike begins to thrash about on the soiled carpet. The white powder residue of the extinguisher sticking to his black skinny jeans and dark rock band t-shirt like baking flour. You look up at Lily in alarm as she too steps back and raises a single delicate finger to you in the universal sign to wait.

Even now, in this seriously fucked up situation and naked as a jay-bird Lily exudes a regal forbearance and pose that makes you briefly wonder about her Fae origins. Was she a Princess from some underwater kingdom who came to earth to study among the lowly humans? Because as far as you have seen, you are the only mortal she has shown any affection to. Oh, and Vivian but they had only just met. Come to think of it, you've only known Lily for less than a day so perhaps you shouldn't be jumping to conclusions either.

On the floor in front of you Mike is changing.

When you had first met him he had been a gym-fit, six foot tall, dark haired, self-entitled douche bag with a sunbed tan. It was as though he was trying to look like your cookie cutter rich kid who would be just as at home drinking brewskis on Daddy's yacht as he would be kicking a litter of baby kittens.

Now though...

Mike groans as his hair grows longer, dramatically lightening in shade as it pools on the stained carpet around him. His T-shirt sagging baggily around his narrowing waist but growing tighter in the chest, the band logo there stretching and distending under the strain of two fast budding breasts. His thighs, hips and ass are changing shape too, tightening in some places and softening in others.

His skin softens as most of his visible body hair fades into nothing. The tanned hue shifting to a gentle healthy pink as his flesh bulges in womanly places. The bottom hem of his t-shirt raises as his ever-expanding chest continues filling out giving you a clear view of a mid-rift that has not the expected chiseled six-pack but rather the firm flat belly of beach bunny.

Your eyes widen as Mike's swelling tits basically turn the straining shirt into a crop top, big hard nipples the size of pencil erasers tenting the stretching cotton visibly. The garment in bunching up in his armpits and the stitches at the seams is fraying unable to contain the growing landslide of tit-flesh rolling off Mike's torso. All you can hope is that it isn't his favorite shirt before it tears in several areas reduced to worthless rags hanging off his slimming shoulders and newly slender neck.

He brings his knees up under him, raising his transforming butt into the air as shrinking hands tear at the button and zipper, desperately seeking to ease some of the constricting clothing as his ass inflates, waist narrows and his hips broaden giving him an hourglass figure. You can sympathize remembering the uncomfortable pressure in your own pants though yours had been all growing cock-meat and you don't know if that is better or worse from the perspective of flesh-crushing discomfort.

"Aaaah fuck... C'mon, just fucking get these pants off of me!" Mike cries from his compromising position face down in the carpet and swelling ass high in the air. His voice is a few octaves higher than you ever heard before, slightly more... feminine?

Ariella gives you a sweet smile before the gravid, blue-haired pixie skips over to you and takes the smartphone you had forgotten you were holding out of your hand and gestures you towards the struggling... guy?

"Why don't you go help a girl out?" She suggests with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes before turning the still recording phone back to the questionable action.

You hesitate, not really feeling inclined to do your tormentor any favors but you didn't really want the added hassle of needing to call an ambulance to your already suspicious dorm... or would that be the fire service with their jaws of life? Either way it wouldn't end well for you.

Kneeling behind the struggling... girl, you grab the hip **** belt-line and heave downwards. It barely budges the first few times making Mike grunt and you growl in frustration but after you set your stance more securely and heave with all your considerable farm-boy strength something finally gives. There is a tearing sound then the dark denim slides down releasing a jiggling womanly backside and exposing the tops of thick creamy, hairless thighs.

The sudden release of tension sends you falling backwards onto your ass with a whoosh of expelled breath. You look up just in time to see the barbie doll smooth flesh between his- her legs swell into a small mound then pinch, fold and part into a bare, smooth pussy.

"NoNoNo... NOOOoooo~!" Mike wails a girly shriek into the carpet, her new fat hips trembling and lush thighs clenching as she tries to hold something in but it's no good.

You recoil as a powerful jet of golden fluid shoots from Mike's new pussy into the carpet before you and the battery acid reek of piss washes over you.

Oh fuck no! Anything but this...

Mike pants, moaning in both shame and relief as an unending flow of urine splatters down her thighs, drenching the carpet and her torn jeans. There's a horrifyingly impressive amount of it and Mike is breathing hard, struggling up to hands and knees when it finally slows to a trickle. Her head and full swaying tits hang low and her face is masked by a long curtain of golden blonde hair but disgusted as you are by the recent display (it would appear that urophilia is not for you. No thank you, sir!) you kinda have to admit that what you can see of the female version of Mike is pretty damn hot.

That's more than a little sexually confusing to a small town guy like you.

"Aaaand~ that's a wrap. Now how do I stop recording on this thing?" Ariella says brightly and begins tapping at buttons on the screen before stopping with a surprised "Oh!"

"What is it?" You ask climbing to your feet and backing away from the shuddering mewling girl that was once your male ex-roommate kneeling in a wide puddle of her own piss.

"It says here [Video Posted]. Did I just mail this to someone?" Ariella asks with innocent curiosity, making you question how up-to-date the pixie was with human technology. Lily comes to her aid, gently taking the phone from her to investigate.

"No, you sweet silly thing." The imperious white-blonde mermaid says with a playful wink at the bubbly pixie, "You just hit send on a preset video post onto a local community page. It is titled "Ungrateful Little Asshole Gets What's Coming To Him.". By the Salt and Sand, how serendipitous."

"Lucky even." Areilla interjects happily, shooting you a cheeky smile.

You groan at the words as Girl-Mike begins to quietly sob.

If anyone wants to call the last twenty-four hours of your life Lucky then they can have it. Though even you have to admit it hadn't been all bad.

"Oh and look, it gives you the option of adding more posts." Lily exclaims with a beautiful if wicked grin before handing the phone back to the very naked and hugely pregnant Ariella before saying...

"See if you can't set up another video. It has been a while since I last got to properly train a Sissy."