Wizard for a living

I stood in the center of their living room, fingers twitching around the strap of my worn leather satchel. The air in Lara and Judy's apartment smelled of lavender and something else—maybe anxiety, or maybe that was just me projecting. The government's warnings about magic users still echoed in my head, but tuition bills don't magically disappear, no matter how ironic that sounds.

Lara shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her curves straining against a tight band t-shirt. Her dark skin seemed to glow in the warm apartment lighting, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed the way her yoga pants hugged her hips before today.

"You sure about this, L?" I asked, voice rougher than intended.

Lara nodded, reaching for Judy's hand. "We talked about it, right?" She squeezed Judy's fingers, and the mousy redhead nodded, her face flushing so deeply it almost matched her hair. "We've been saving up for months."

I cleared my throat. "I don't have full control over this spell. Depending on the results, you may need to remain homebound for a week at least."

"I expected that," Lara said, her voice dropping to nearly a whisper. "Just... just do it quickly."

Judy bit her lip, eyes darting between Lara and me. "Is it going to hurt?"

"Shouldn't," I said, though uncertainty colored my tone. "The texts are... unclear on that part."

I pulled the necessary components from my satchel—ground moonstone, powdered unicorn horn (a knockoff, obviously), and three drops of my own blood, collected that morning. The mixture hissed when I combined them, releasing a foul smell like sulfur and overripe fruit. I stirred it with a silver rod, watching as the liquid turned from murky brown to shimmering gold.

"Here," I said, extending the small vial to Lara.

Her fingers brushed against mine as she took it—warm, slightly calloused from her work at the coffee shop. She tilted her head back and drank it in one swallow, face twisting at the taste.

For a moment nothing happened. Lara's expression soured. "Well, that was—" Her words cut off as she gasped, eyes widening. A low moan escaped her lips, so primal it made my own body respond instantly. Her yoga pants strained against something new, something impossible—a massive erection pushing against the fabric, clearly defined and fully formed.

Lara looked down, then up at me, then at Judy, whose jaw had dropped. "Well," she breathed, experimentally touching the bulge through her pants. "This seems like a success..."

Judy stepped forward, her earlier shyness momentarily forgotten. "Does it... feel real?"

Lara's eyes fluttered closed as she pressed harder. "Oh, it's real alright. Gods, it's sensitive."

I watched, throat suddenly dry, as Judy reached out tentatively. Her fingers barely grazed the outline before snatching back as if burned. "Can I...?"

Lara's eyes locked with Judy's. "Please."

I quickly started gathering my things, stuffing the remaining components back into my satchel. The air in the apartment had grown thick with something I hadn't anticipated—desire, raw and potent. My job was done, the spell had worked, and I needed to get out before things got... complicated.

"Alright then," I said, turning toward the door. "Just remember what I told you about the side effects. Don't leave the apartment for at least—"

A warm hand closed around my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks. I turned to find Lara standing inches away, her face flushed, pupils dilated until her dark irises were just thin rings. Her breath came in shallow pants, and the bulge in her yoga pants seemed to have grown even more prominent.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, voice husky with a new edge I'd never heard before.

"I, uh, figured you'd want some privacy," I managed, my throat suddenly tight. "To, you know, explore the... results."

Lara laughed, low and throaty. "Fuck privacy." She stepped closer, her new erection pressing against my thigh through the fabric of our clothes. "I'm feeling... adventurous." Her eyes flickered over to Judy, who stood frozen by the couch, face crimson, but her gaze was fixed on the prominent bulge in Lara's pants. "And I want to see my precious Judy spitroasted with two cocks."

My eyes widened. "Lara, you're—"

"A lesbian, I know," she finished, her hand sliding up my arm to my shoulder. "But right now, I'm feeling very... experimental." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "And who would be better than my old friend Josh to help me fulfill this particular fantasy?"

Judy let out a soft whimper from across the room, drawing our attention. She had one hand pressed to her mouth, the other trembling at her side, but her eyes... her eyes were hungry, fixed on the two of us.

Lara turned back to me, her expression predatory. "What do you say, old friend? Want to help us make some magic?"