Snapshots

Dinner was punctuated with broken partial conversations that were repeating variants of:

“Did that really happen ...”

“Could be fun ...”

“10 minutes is useless …”

“It’s crazy …”

“I wonder what …”

Cleaning up dishes lead to awkward silence between Taylor and Casey as each lost themselves in internal thoughts, many of which were embarrassing and never to be spoken out‑loud. Both pretended to act normally, as if the sledge hammer of magic they’d seen didn’t happen, and eventually plodded their way to an early bed‑time.

“Damn,” Casey said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“What are you damning?” Taylor replied, relieved to be talking with his wife again.

“I should have taken a picture. Even if it only lasts for 10‑minutes, we should have taken some pictures.”

“We were a little stunned at the time, and not thinking clearly,” Taylor said.

“Ha! Your thinking was crystal clear, only you weren’t thinking with the big head,” Casey laughed, beginning to break out of her personal fugue.

“Well, there was that,” Taylor chuckled. “We could take some pictures now. Hell, we could take a bunch of different pictures.”

“You’d do that for me?” Casey said coquettishly, desperately trying to hide her smirk of wicked delight.

“Sure! Get your camera and spell ready. We only get 10‑minutes.”

“First change into something simple to work with. How about, tighty‑whities, gym shorts, a tee‑shirt, and slippers. Oh and stand over there by the full length mirror so I can use that in the photos as well.”

“I thought we’d just do what we did before,” Taylor complained.

“I can see you’re thinking with the wrong head again. 10‑minutes! It’s not going to happen.” Casey giggled.

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Casey was still wrangling her thoughts when Taylor announced he was ready, as he struck a pose in front‑of, but off to the side, of the full length mirror.

Casey positioned herself to take maximum advantage of the mirror and took an initial picture. Her first experiment was to see if she could remember the spell, but she couldn’t remember all the words without reading it. Trying again, with spell in hand, she silently marshaled her thoughts and spoke, “Mutatio vestium decem …”

‘Interesting! I don’t need to voice the changes aloud,’ Casey noted to herself.

“I’m ready, are you … holy crap!” Taylor said, hearing his much deeper voice. Oblivious to his wife’s near continuous picture taking, Taylor posed and gawked at his rippling muscles.

Casey had changed her husband’s outfit to hiking shorts, and a tight wife‑beater tee that displayed his new muscles. Last but not least, she’d changed his slippers to hiking shoes suitable for the roughest outdoor treks. She quietly smirked to herself that her husband had not even noticed the change until he spoke and heard his new deeper voice.

She was surprised by how long it took her husband’s self groping to discover his much larger cock. Within moments, his find was undeniably bulging and straining his inappropriately tight and stretchy hiking shorts that no man would ever actually purchase.

“Whoa! Are you sure we can’t —,” Taylor started, with a huge grin on his face.

“Sorry Hon, 10‑minutes. Remember?” Casey said, pleased with herself at successfully distracting her husband from realizing that with nearly two inches of sole and heel on his new hiking shoes, he still didn’t stand any taller.

“This is so frustrating. I hope … you … you at least got some good pictures,” Taylor said, realizing that his new deep voice had changed back to normal in mid sentence.

“I’m not sure, wait a second.” Composing her thoughts, Casey silently voiced the spell in her head in an attempt to change Taylor’s tighty‑whities to a thong.

“Come see what you think,” Casey said, motioning Taylor to come look at the phone pictures. But it wasn’t the phone pictures Casey was paying attention to, it was her husband. He walked more heel‑toe, heel‑toe, and his now plump ass wiggled with every step.

“Hey those are really good,” Taylor said, with exuberance.

Casey almost giggled aloud when her husband sat his plump ass down next to her and primly crossed his legs femininely. As they swiped through the pictures, Casey noted that her husband’s critique of the photos became even more complimentary, accompanied by the growing smell of wet pussy. Toward the last of the pictures, her husband suddenly uncrossed his legs and the smell of pussy dissipated.