"You always were a disappointment,” I tell my son after another evening of arguing. “Your mother’s a witch, your father’s a warlock, and look at you - no powers, no girlfriend. Where did I go wrong raising you?”
He slinks to his room, no doubt to have an effeminate cry into his pillow.
My wife is waiting for me in bed, arms folded, lips pursed in annoyance. “I heard what you were saying to him.”
“Good. Then you can tell me how to get through to him,” I say, slipping under the covers and snuggling close to her. “I can’t believe I raised such a powerless pussy. Is 18 too late to set a kid right, do you think?”
“He’s making his own way in the world. Just because he hasn’t shown powers yet doesn’t mean he never will. And if you keep undermining his confidence like that he never will.”
“Maybe if he wasn’t such a loser, he’d have more confidence,” I tell her. “Jeez, if he doesn’t have the balls to get a girlfriend, you think he’s going to grasp the mystical secrets of the cosmos?” I shake my head in despair. “Hell, by this point I’d be happy for him to show even witch powers.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she demands. I can tell she’s annoyed by the way she fights off my groping advances but I’m insistent, turning her pajamas to shreds with a flicker of arcana and mounting her. “Those were my favourites PJs,” she sulks as my thick cock slips into her. “Tomorrow you’re going to apologise to him.”
“Real men don’t apologise for anything.”
“Who says you’ll be a man tomorrow?” she smirks, her eyes flashing.
An intense heat fills my cock, my body bucking with the most powerful orgasm of my life. We'd used magic in the bedroom before and I feel no need to fight it as I groan and thrust, my seed leaving my body… but more than that - I feel my strength flowing out of me, into her, my warlocks powers ebbing and draining away. And the more my essence pours out of me, the more my cock dwindles, as if my very manhood is being drawn into her. “H-honey, what are you doing?!”
“Just a little witch spell,” she coos, gyrating her hips against me as she milks my essence out of me. She grabs my ass, pulls me closer. “Ooh, you’re getting soft back here,” she giggles.
I feel her fingers sinking into the growing swelling of my buttock. Is she getting larger? No, I’m shrinking. Soon I’m shorter than she is. My musculature shrivels and wastes away, my barrel chest becoming a waspish waist that emphases flaring hips and a pair of perky mounds growing into full breasts before my eyes. Long tresses of golden brown hair tickle the back of my neck and shoulders.
With a horrible wrenching, I tear myself away from her. To my horror, the ephemeral wisps of my manhood fuses into her. I stare down through the valley of my cleavage at the tight, shaved little slit of a young woman between my shapely, soft thighs. Across the bedroom, my wife’s full length mirror shows the scene - the beautiful teenage girl, no older than my son, lying atop my wife.
She cups my sensitive breasts, her fingers exploring my large pink nipples. “Ooh, you turned out even more gorgeous than I hoped.”
“M-my power. It’s gone.”. Its absence feels like the severing of a body part, almost as visceral as my vanished cock.
“Of course it is. I’ve never met a female warlock before, have you?” she chuckles. “What’s the matter? Lacking the balls to master the secrets of the cosmos?” she teases. Her fingers trail down my abdomen, over skin so exquisitely sensitive that her lightest touch leaves me feeling exposed and vulnerable. Her fingertips hover over my womanhood, softly teasing my new lips. “How I’d love to play with you tonight but I'm afraid you’re meant for another. I’ll leave your flower untouched for him to take,” she smirks, drawing her hand away from my exposed organ. “And let’s cover you, my darling ex-husband. Something white. Something... virginal.”
She flicks her wrist, manifesting her power. I stagger off the bed, afraid of her for the first time in my life. Clothing forms from nothing to wrap around me. A moan escapes my lips as the rough wool encloses my sensitive breasts.