Honeymoon

The land of the Fae was a truly mystical realm. Rachel just loved it here. Time operated differently here. The setting change regularly infrequently. Not a few hours, she was in some picturesque medieval village. She remembered tormenting her beloved wife Faith by feathering her trembling feet while she lay in a pillory, which she was not sure existed in the Middle Ages. Not longer before they 69ed in Space. And now, Faith was howling as she mercilessly tickled her with a flower, while they were in a tropical jungle. Naturally both she and her wife were naked as the day they were born. God, how she loved this woman. Or Fae. Or hybrid? Whatever, she loved Faith intensely. From the first day, they were together…to now, Faith was always on her mind. And soon, Faith would give birth again, to their second daughter as she loved her wife’s firstborn like she was hers.

Alex was trying not to panic. All the leftover clothes were too busy..and they tickled. God, sis they tickle! A pair of underwear that despite Lexi’s shapely roundness was too big and Lexi had pulled it down as she almost peed in it. Lexi had a ticklish pussy. A ticklish ass. The air mildly tickled her and so did the carpet on her tender, little feet. And she felt close to climaxing. She was so overwhelmed. Then the phone rang and she was so startled, she tripped and landed on the phone.

As yiu used two sunflowers to drive Rachel to hysteria as their petals danced down her soles, a bubble appeared and began beeping. You (Faith) stop tickling Rachel’s sexy body and stared at the bubble. “Baby, look! it is a strange beeping bubble! isn’t it cute?” Your beloved Rachel just nodded, puffing. “My poor sexy Rachel!” you cooed, run two long nails from her middle toes to her heels. Rachel squealed at that. You gently poked the bubble and it stopped beeping. “The curse has been delivered.” it declared in a female, mechanical voice. You blinked, surprised. “Curse, what curse.” “The curse was written years ago, the victim met the final parameter. Implementation began at 5am and will conclude until either finalised or 168 hours have elapsed.” You look at the bubble, confused. “Babe, do you know anything about a curse?” Rachel still puffing, shook her head. “Who is the victim?” The bubble turned blood red. “Enquiry made. Response. Victim is Alexander Smythe.” “W-wait my little brother?” gasped Rachel. You stared at the bubble and then at Rachel. “This does not make sense, cute bubble! Who would have cause to curse him?” “That data has been blocked by the curser.” You frown, utterly perplexed. Someone had cursed Alex. Why? “What are the conditions of the curse?” “The victim must spend 168 hours as a woman. If she can avoid having male reproductive material called semen into her female reproductive organs refered to in my soap as a pussy, she will return to male form. If she fails, she fall pregnant and she shall be female permanently. The selected form will make covering of the form extremely difficult. Hyperarousal will grow due to a lack of fornication with males. Alternative forms of climax will provide only temporary relief before hyperarousal grows greater. A shade has been created to remain at the victim’s vocation until the curse is broken either through permanency or time lapse.”

Lexi is going wild. The phone contact tickled her helpless butt, until she managed to roll off. She was very close to wetting herself. She managed to pull it together, long enough to pick up her phone. “Hahahahahello.” She managed to squeak through her severely ticklish body. “Alex, it’s Faith. Are you ok?” “I’m soo ticklish!” Alex whined. You pause turning to Rachel. You had no idea, how to respond to that. “Little bro, it’s Rachel. A cute bubble has told us that you are under some kind of curse for a week.” You watched Alex gasp in horror. “A week? A whole week! But I’m so horny for Gwen and cock! I’ll never make it!” “I believe in you, bro!” you declare. “Just be strong.” Alex stared at the phone. “But I need to be banged so bad!!! And clothes tickle so much! I just want to flick my bean!” Rachel looked lost. I steeled myself. “Gwen knows I have magic. So does Rachel. i can’t undo your curse, but I can send you clothes!” The bubble turns red. “Any magical clothes sent to the victim henceforth referred to as Lexi shall fail in some manner. My soap refers to it as an ENF incident.” “Ok. Lexi the bubble says any clothes I send you will end up stripped from you one way or another. So you have to call Gwen and say Kabul. That’s our work for magical mishap. Ohhhhh! C-c-call you back.” “Faith wait! Faith? FAITH!” the click sound left no doubt, Lexi was on her own for now. Trembling she reached for the phone. “Alex? What’s up.” “K-Kabul.” A tearful Lexi managed to stammer.

“Kabul? What the hell did Faith do now?” “I..I don’t k-know if it was h-her or n-not but I..I’m a girl now Gwen!” Gwen paused. “Alex is that you?” “YES!!!! Or I am Lexi now. HELLP!” she wailed. “Okay, stay put and do nothing. Don’t open the doors, go hide in your bedroom until I get there!” “H-Hurry!!!! I’m naked!” pleaded Lexi. Gwen forced herself to stay calm. A young naked woman, possibly very attractive. She shook her head. Alex was in danger. She couldn’t stop and think about delicious pussy right now. She reached for her bag and hauled ass.

Rachel had entrusted Gwen with her key in case anything happened to her brother. Which it most certainly had. The drive felt like it took an age. Gwen fought all kinds of thoughts. Her sister was not picking up her phone nor was Rachel. Make sense, they were in honeymoon mode. Finally she parked in Alex’s apartment building carpark. She practically raced up the stairs before she made it to Alex’s apartment and tentatively opened the door.

She almost toppled over as a weight practically leapt into her arms, shaking and wrapped legs around Gwen, placing kiss after kiss and splashing her with tears. “It’s ok, Lexi. i’m here, just call down, sweetie.” She managed to look into the face of the most beautiful blonde she has ever seen. She had gorgeous green eyes, though swimming with tears. A smile that could light up a room. Her expression was one of utter relief. She gurgled and giggled a little as Gwen carrier her to Alex’s bedroom as she gently lowered her to the bedroom. Lexi spread her legs immediately. She was utterly shaved, the skin succulent, the lips plump and red. Like the poor thing was desperate to climax. “G-Gwen! Please! I need you! Fuck me hard!”