Jay takes a detour into Mrs. Bancroft’s Room

It was past midnight and Mary was finally asleep. Jay could hear the enormous shemale snoring next to her. She sat up and ran her eyes over her new lover’s body. It was a figure she could stare at for hours. Those huge, bulging muscles, that soft, creamy skin, those perfect, impossibly taut breasts. Mary’s body was somehow perfectly masculine and feminine at the same time.

Jay would have spent longer admiring Mary’s physique if not for an annoying, familiar tickling in her crotch. She had to pee really badly. Glancing down at her crotch, she got another big surprise for the night.

“My dick!”

Jay’s cock had seemingly disappeared. In its place was a tiny nub hovering just above her pussy. For a moment, Jay began to panic, thinking her penis was gone for good, however a gentle prodding of her nub told her otherwise. She could feel the sleeping power down there. She flexed and watched the nub expand and elongate an inch or two.

“That’s convenient,” she whispered.

Jay stood up, feeling the hefty sway of her new tits as she climbed out of bed. They were so big and buoyant! Just as big as those of the spirit that had infested her, but so much perkier. The breasts seemed to defy gravity with how they jutted from her chest.

A gentle caress of her nascent mammaries nearly sent Jay to her knees. They weren’t just massive, they were sensitive!

A gleam of moonlight passed through the bedroom window, illuminating Jay’s figure. She stared at her profile in the full length mirror.

“Damn, I really am hot!”

Jay’s side profile was cut straight from the naughtiest teenage wet dreams. Her bulging tits and plump peach of an ass were connected by a waspish waist that sported visible abs. Her skin was as white and soft as fresh fallen snow.

Jay ran her slender fingers through her thick raven curls. She had spent a lifetime with thin, lank hair that hung off her head like soggy spaghetti. Her new mane felt oddly heavy and full on her scalp. She liked it. The extra pressure was kind of comforting.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”

For years, Jay had struggled to be a man. As puberty continued to elude her, she had tried her best to overcompensate, fighting against her effeminate nature with every fiber of her being. Now the war was completely and utterly lost, and she couldn’t be happier.

The tickle in her nethers returned with a vengeance. She needed to use the bathroom. Jay looked around for something to wear that would actually cover her body and found one the baggy t-shirts Mary had been wearing to obscure her own growing figure. Jay slipped the t-shirt over her body, relishing the musky smell of Mary’s sweat that fluttered into her nostrils.

The t-shirt was large on Jay, it’s hem just barely covering her crotch so that it resembled a dress. The only place uncovered was the lower half of her ass, which peaked out from behind like twin half moons. Good enough.

Jay marveled at herself in the mirror. Even the baggy t-shirt couldn’t blunt her new womanly figure. The shirt stretched tightly over her girls so that her nipples looked like headlights.

As dressed as she could be given the circumstances, Jay slipped out into the hallway and looked around for a bathroom. As she walked down the hall, she noticed one door ajar. A faint blue light filtered through the crack.

Jay passed the door and suddenly felt a powerful compulsion to backtrack and peak inside. Her urge to pee gradually faded, replaced with a burgeoning curiosity that verged on arousal.

“Rasha wants this, doesn’t she?”

Jay’s clit-cock swelled up, forming a slight bulge against the bottom of the t-shirt. Mistress Rasha had given her answer.

A figure hunched over a phone in bed. Jay watched the figure shake and quiver and heard the sound of soft crying.

“My baby, what’s happened to my little baby?”

Jay realized she had not yet been noticed, and took the opportunity to sneak up close to Mary’s mother.

“Mrs. Bancroft?”

Mary’s mother yelped and reached to turn on the lamp on her nightstand. For a moment, Jay was blinded.

“You! You’re that boy…wait, you’re not a boy.”

Mrs. Bancroft looked in many ways like an older version of her daughter, sans the dick, balls, and heroic dose of testosterone. She was a skinny, small breasted woman with short brown hair and big eyes. Unlike Mary, Mrs. Bancroft had deep, dark blue eyes. She looked to be in her early fifties, with wrinkles and gray hair, but she was still pretty in a mousy, intellectual sort of way. When she put on her glasses, the effect was intensified a hundred fold. She was a cute, slender elder-nerd.

“No, I’m not a boy, but your daughter is.”

“What!?”

“Well sort of. She’s a boy where it counts, and a girl everywhere else.”

“What the heck are you talking about, are you on ****?”

Jay saw that the woman was becoming panicked and realized her luck was about to run out. Either Mrs. Bancroft would flip and call the police, or Mary would come rushing into the room. That would likely **** a conversation Mary wasn’t ready for, which would likely piss her off. Mary was scary when she got pissed. Jay’s wrist still felt stiff from when Mary wrenched it, and that was before the shemale had hulked out. Now she was practically superhuman.

Concentrating, Jay closed her eyes and found the well of power inside of her. She touched it and felt them. Dozens of witch spirits who now meshed into the fabric of her spirit.

“Relax, Mrs. B. It’ll all make sense soon,” Jay **** her power into the words, making them sound echoey and metallic.

Mrs. Bancroft instantly relaxed, her beautiful blue eyes growing heavy with sleep.

“Oh…okay.”

Jay moved in so that she was mere inches from the woman’s face. Sure, the lady was older, but she was still kinda cute. She had good bones, so to say. Jay suddenly wondered what else she could do with her newfound power.

“My, you’re a pretty girl! I don’t know why I thought you were a boy before.”

“Thanks, Mrs. B! Wanna see more?” Jay said in the same hypnotic voice.

“Oh…um…” for a moment, Mrs. Bancroft seemed to fight the suggestion. Then, “uh, sure?”

Jay smiled and pulled off the t-shirt, making sure the fabric caught on the hefty swells of her boobs, lifting them so they dropped in a pendulous jiggle.

“Good golly!”

“Aren’t they big? I just had a huge growth spurt!”

“That must have been…intense.”

“More than you could possibly imagine!”

Feeling bold, Jay pushed the woman onto her back on the bed and climbed on top of her, pinning the woman with her thick thighs.

“Hey! Wha? What are you doing?”

“I’m going to kiss you, Mrs. B!”

“No, I have…”

Before the woman could finish her sentence, Jay locked lips with her. The kiss was awkward and messy, but very fun. Jay relished the way her massive titties dwarfed the older woman’s little nubs. It made her feel like a goddess.

When Jay pulled away, Mrs. Bancroft was blushing furiously. A sheen of sweat formed on the woman’s brow.

“I have a husband!” the woman squealed.

“Oh yeah? Where is he?”

Mrs. Bancroft’s blush deepened from red to purple, “he’s at a conference…he’s at a lot of conferences.”

“While he’s gone, why don’t I keep you company?”

“Nuh…no, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Jay grabbed the woman’s pajamas and yanked them down, doing the same with her panties. Jay was getting an idea.

Her pussy was delicate and well manicured. It looked right. Mr. Bancroft clearly wasn’t giving her much action. The sight of the neat vagina immediately sent blood into Jay’s clitcock.

“Wait, no, I don’t want this!”

The woman didn’t seem entirely convinced of her own words. Jays next kiss made her seem even less convinced.

“I need to stop. I’m straight! I have a husband!”

“He doesn’t need to know.”

“But…”

“Hush, just let it happen.”

Jay positioned her hips just right, and focused all her attention on her clitcock. Mrs. Bancroft was in the middle of saying some silly little excuse when Jay’s “magic wand” erupted outwards and speared the woman in the pussy.

Mary’s mom let out a high pitch little wheeze and tensed up her entire body. She was surprisingly strong for such a little woman. Jay relished the way the woman tensed and squirmed against her soft curves.

The feeling of a pussy on Jay’s newly enhanced cock was so sublime it bordered on a religious experience. Mrs. Bancroft was so tight!

“Oh fuck, Mrs. B! You feel amazing!”

“Oh God, how is this possible!? You’re inside of me! You have pe…EEE!”

Jay began to thrust in and out, relishing the way the older woman stretched around her throbbing manhood. The witch could feel her power welling up, getting ready to release inside of Mrs. Bancroft. Jay wanted to see what her magic could do to the mousy little mom.

“Oh God, stop! No, don’t stop! Ugh, can’t think! You’re so big!”

“Your daughter’s even bigger!”

“Wha!? What does that even mean?”

“Ugh, don’t worry about it! Fuck, why are you so tight?”

“I…uh…oh…I haven’t had sex in years!!!”

For some reason, that made Jay lose it. She let out a low, lustful moan, buried herself deep, and busted a fat load. Ectoplasmic magic rocked up the length of her wand, spewing into the older woman’s womb in hot, energetic dollops.

“Oh my fucking god!” Mrs. Bancroft gasped.

The older woman began to glow a bright purple color. Her wrinkles melted away as her skin became as creamy and soft as Jay’s. The years washed off of her, turning her from a middle aged woman into a pert, nubile teenager in a matter of seconds.

“I’m burning up!” She sobbed.

Jay felt the woman’s body tightening underneath her, the skin becoming impossibly soft and supple and her abs becoming prominent.

“My chest, it’s on fire!”

Jay hiked up the woman’s shirt, revealing her small, slightly sagged tits. Jay knew exactly what was about to happen and wanted to feel the woman change. She slapped her hands down just in time.

The little, deflated boobs began to inflate against Jay’s sweaty palms in ragged pulsations. They felt like water balloons filling with thick jelly. They grew rapidly, graduating from cup size to cup size as if the aging mother were going through a second puberty in fast forward. As they inflated, their shape changed rapidly, becoming much rounder and perkier. They quickly bulged around Jay’s fingers, growing to much, much, much more than a handful in a relatively short amount of time. When Mrs. Bancroft’s breasts finished their growth spurt, they were a pair of perfectly round bubbles topped with plump, pink nipples. They were smaller than Jay’s, but so round, bubbly, and perky that they almost seemed equivalent.

Jay let out a mix of a sigh and giggle and mashed her own enormous pair against Mrs. Bancroft’s new knockers. She could practically taste the estrogen hovering in the air around them.

The rest of the mother’s body had undergone the same insane perkification. The finished product was a woman so insanely nubile and voluptuous that she seemed more like a work of art or divinity than human. She hardly seemed any older than Jay — her body glistened with youth.

Mrs. Bancroft twitched and moaned on the bed, her consciousness fading. Jay realized then that she had permanently altered the woman’s body — not to mention fucked her brains out. She needed a cover.

Leaning down, Jay whispered with her hypnotic voice in the woman’s ear.

“Forget this happened. You will wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed and incredibly horny.”

With that, Mrs. Bancroft passed out. Jay pulled out her deflating member and constricted it back into a clitoris. Then she squeezed back into the oversized t-shirt and bounced out of the room, once more resuming her journey to the bathroom.