Not an option

My head fell, I stared at the ground. Why is he so caught up in these ethical questions? It's just borrowing. He's already curious, so why is he limiting himself from the pleasure of experiencing the forbidden?

I looked up, my face stricken with disappointment. I… wait –

I spoke the spell under my breath.

Nick looked confused, “What?”

In that moment, I gathered all the strength I had, and ran at Nick. It was enough **** that Nick broke his stance, falling backwards and onto – a now enchanted Claire.

“What the fuck, Jackie… fuck, I mean Kaleb! I fell on Claire.” Nick turned to get up, but lifting his arm he felt resistance tugging back at his arm. “What the fuck is this?”

Nick said, revealing stretching skin-colored globs that pulled into his flesh. As he attempted to get up, more and more of Claire’s body was revealed to be congealing into his. Her white skin had a shiny glare that moved with it as it seeped into and discolored his darker, tan skin.

“Kaleb! I said no! No no no.” Nick grabbed fruitlessly at the strands of flesh that worked further and further into him, pulling his flesh into her now almost gooey body.

With my soft hands, I gripped his now rock-hard dick. “See how hard you’re getting… Claire, I should say.” His red hot dick pulsed with pleasure. “Once it starts, it seems like it has to finish. And it finishes… when Claire’s tight little pussy replaces your horny little dick.”

Nick moaned in pleasure as strands of flesh worked their way up into his ass, pulling his waist further and further into her tight waist. Her flesh worked its way up – etching itself further up across his groin, moving up the base of his cock and between my fingers, slickening his member.

“F-fuck… it feels… like it’s melting…” Nick breathed heavily as her skin covered his naked member, and slowly it began to deform just as her flesh had completely consumed his waist and thigh, and continued crawling down his legs and up his waist.

He rustled helplessly and moaned, his waist jerking as he felt pleasure as her skin worked its way gently but forcefully into his dick and pulled it down into her hairless groin. My hand had retreated to my own.

“Did you just cum Claire~ dirty girl~” I chided.

“What’s… happening?” Nick panted, looking down to see his stomach being squeezed into Claire creeping flesh. His dick had completely melted down, succumbing to a fatty, hairless mount sitting in between the Claire's smaller waist.

“You’re almost completely Claire… especially… down here~”

I traced the slippery edge of Claire’s pussy with my finger, causing Nick to gasp several times. A drip was forming at the bottom of the slit, a sign that her body had completely surrendered itself to his thoughts, his lust.

“Wh- WHOA! What… what is that!?” Nick asked, gasping and moaning like a girl.

“Your vulva… and this is… the clit~” I teased, pinching his now inflamed clit.

“FUCK FUCK~” Nick screeched, “I’m gonna DIE~” He rutted his slender hips.

“Oh, I know… this pussy was dry as fuck earlier… now, you’re dripping~”

“Ooo~ and this…” I pressed my fingers against his tight pussy hole until my finger popped into his hot, pink insides. It wasn’t tight for long though, as his lust had flooded Claire’s cunt. “Tight, hot, and wet… your insides feel heavenly.”

Again he moaned.

Before Nick could recover, my fingers bent in towards his stomach as I scraped gently into his bumpy insides. He bellowed out in pained pleasure, his now slender legs wrapping around mine. I could feel the stubble of her shaved legs as they wrapped around mine. Nick rutted upwards, convulsing orgasmicly, allowing Claire’s modest breasts to fully realize themselves beneath his chin, jiggling as his waist jutted onto my forceful fingers with wet, noisy pops. He moaned and bellowed, again and again, as his head slowly sank away before disappearing behind her porcelain face and Claire’s voice broke out in ecstasy from his own. Claire's cute face was now puppeted by it's new owner, her body a fleshy vessel completely at his control.

Nick wrestled with no effort, “P-please stop~” He called out in Claire’s high-pitched voice. “I fucking hate you dude…”

I climbed myself up his body until our breasts, slippery with sweat, seemed to melt into each other.

“But you feel good don’t you, Claire, you cute little slut~”

“No~” Nick bit back, unconvincingly, tears forming at the edge of her cat-eyed eyes and tinted by mascara.

I lowered my head to the side of his, and maneuvered through Claire’s hair to nibble on his pierced ear. Nick moaned, and I quickly picked up the roughness of fingering and pressed my thumb hard around the surface of his slimy clit. In instinct, his stolen stolen pussy grabbed on my finger, pushing out more and more of its musky juices onto my slender fingers.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck…” Nick was lost, unresponsive, as he confronted a burning pleasure radiating out from nerves and muscles so foreign that he couldn’t comprehend the source. He was putty at this point, completely lost and moaning out like the girl whose body he had squeezed into. There was no denying that Nick was enjoying himself – I was just teaching him how to give up his old self and accept his new self.

“You aren’t Nick. You’re Claire – no one would believe otherwise, do you even believe it?” I whispered into his ear.

I withdrew my fingers from his gripping cunt and pulled them up to my mouth before grimacing and pushing them into his grunting mouth. His moans muffed, I felt Claire’s tongue slowly lick between my fingers, tasting his own lust as his soft pretty lips gently pressed against my fingers. I was horny with excitement, so I took my finger and tasted it myself, my finger covered with saliva and his juices. It was bitter, it was sweet, and it was all his now.

Pushing up off the covers, I pulled a disoriented Claire onto my lap and pointed her towards my sister’s mirror – her body was soft, thick in the right areas, and malleable to my touch. Nick’s eyes lit up as he gazed upon two nude girls wrapped around one another on the bed, a smirking Jackie around a completely dominated, teary-eyed Claire – his every movement reflected by her sexy feminine form. Without an ounce of resistance, he continued to puppet her body in the mirror as I bounced his nicely shaped breasts in my hands softly. He was small, dainty, and undeniably feminine – nothing of his near body gave clues to it's true occupant. He’d been hooked.

He gave himself a lustful look through the mirror and winked, tilting his head, and making a sexy face. Nick was lost in his own reflection, before noticing my smug face behind his in the mirror.

“You’re so cute Claire~” I smiled.

“Yeah… you too… - Jackie...”