Warning:  extreme body modification and herms

Matt was having another crappy night at the bar.  He didn’t always go to the bar, in fact he seldom went, but when he did it was because things were not going his way.  It wasn’t even anything too serious, just a college project wherein his group had dumped all of their work onto him while they partied.  Just as he was nearing completion, the power in his building went out, forcing him to wait until the power company came over to fix it.  He figured it could have been worse seeing as he was savvy and used the cloud to back everything up.  He didn’t feel like waiting, though, and decided to end his night at the bar down the street, where he might find some solace at the bottom of a glass. 

Matt hadn’t found much beyond a slim residue of beer at the bottom of his glass, but his drunkenness made him relax a little and loosen up after his strenuous day of work and research.  He was into his fifth drink when he noticed that the bar had begun to fill up with the regular nightlife.  Men and women flooded the popular establishment as the night dragged on.  The bar had become a popular place, especially since it readily accepted the transformed and afflicted.  Some of the patron’s entering where the highly reported dick neck infected, while others either had a small change like an extra eye or another breast.  Matt stuck to the bar, too intimidated both by looks and the transformations to step out onto the dance floor or talk to some of the women there.

Around his eighth beer he wasn’t sure which why the room was circling around him, or why a buxom young lady was currently sitting very close to him.  She was young and sharp looking, dressed in a tight red dress, black heels, with a slim body and almost porcelain complexion that was in contrast to her sickeningly purple tinted hair. She was also covered in several odd looking tattoos varying in size and complexity.  They seemed to shimmer and swirl in odd ways, but Matt just chalked it up to all the booze in his system. 

She didn’t look like she had been transformed or anything, although from what Mat had heard you could never be sure.  His friend in Houston had hooked up with a cute girl, only to find out in the bed that her pussy had been replaced by a giant feminine mouth.  He had failed to elaborate what happened after that.  Never the less, he found himself entranced by her appearance and proximity.

“Like what you see? Said a voice as sweet as honey.  Matt jerked up off the counter, his empty beer glass toppling over the table.  He fumbled with the glass as he tried to return it to its upright position.  The woman giggled. 

“N-n-n no, I washn’t looking.  I wash jus… jus…” Matt sputtered as he tried to find the right words.  He had been looking at her of course, but mostly he had been trying to figure out her tattoos.  He dumbly stared into them as he struggled to for words.

“Checking out the ink, huh?”

“Yesh, iss pretty neat.  Looksh like itsh muving!”

She cracked a smile and at once Matt was reminded of a snake.  He brushed the thought aside.

“Thank you!  They’re magical, so that’s why they’re moving.  Made them myself!”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, I’m a witch.”

Matt gaze her a stupid drunken stare.  “Uh-huh…”

“What, people change in crazy ways and you find it hard to believe there are witches too?  Look, that girl over there had her head with its floppy dick under her arm!”

“Eh, ‘s jus a disease.”

“Mhm.  Well, maybe you’d like to see some magic.  Tell me Matt, what’s your favorite thing about women?”

“How’d you know my name is-“

“Haha, c’mon Matt, I’m a witch.  Guessing names is easy.  So go on, tell me and I’ll blow your mind.”

Matt looked around, wondering why this woman had singled him out of the many other people hanging out in the bar.  He knew that while he was inebriated, the cute woman before him was clearly crazy.  However, he didn’t see any harm in telling her.  After all, he figured she couldn’t really do magic. 

“Well, my favorite part ish the legsh and butt… Love ‘em.”  He slurred as he laid his head on the counter.  He had started to feel very sleepy.

That night, Matt had the strangest dream he could remember.  He had woken up in bed in his apartment.  It was dark, and what light there was came from the street lamps peeking through the blinds of his bedroom window.  He was lying on his back, and the woman was sitting on his chest.  She was naked, and he was naked too.  He could feel her heat emanating off her and warming his stomach.  She was smiling in the dim light, and he could something moving across her body.  Her tattoos were moving, however, there appeared to be a reason for this.  The tattoos were forming runes across her body, and when they formed they light up with a ghostly purple light before shifting away to make another symbol.

The woman stared at him, unblinking, her eyes glowing an unnatural violet.  She whispered to him, “Let me share my gift with you.”  All at once, her entire body lit up with glowing purple runes, bathing his room in their ghostly pale light.  She grabbed his head with both hands, and pushed. 

He felt her pressure on his head, and then a sort of ‘letting go’ throughout his whole body.  He was relaxed, and as the woman pushed, his vison began to swim before it became pitch black.  Blind, but still aware, he could feel as the woman pushed and pushed, shoving her hands against his head, his neck, his chest, and his stomach and finally stopping just above his belly button.  The pressure released and he felt he move from atop his groin.  He then felt two hands begin to massage just above his navel, their pressure causing him to become fully erect, making him burn with need as she teased him just above his manhood. 

His vision came back, almost in an instant, and he found himself staring directly at the woman’s shaven pussy.  Her lower lips mere inches from his face, and more shocking than that, he could clearly see his own erect penis as though it were right in front of his eyes.  His hearing returned soon after and he heard the girl breathing heavily.  “Perfect, “she muttered beneath her breath.  She got on her knees, her body still glowing with the ethereal light as she began to massage Matt’s butt, then his legs, then his toes, all the while avoiding his throbbing cock.  His body felt warm, unnaturally so.  Everything about him felt sensitive, and that was before she lifted up his balls.  She hefted them in her hand, raising them to get to the skin underneath, and she began to massage there too.  At first it felt good to Matt, sort of soothing, but then he felt something give and his legs began to buckle as new forms of pleasure coursed through his body.  He had imagined he would have yelled from what from the tidal wave of pleasure, but he was silent.

The woman smiled and let go of his balls.  She hovered over him again, bringing her wet crotch closer and closer to his face.  By now, his cock was obstructing his view, something that made no sense to him.  What happened next didn’t make sense either.  She lowered her pussy to just above his cock, enticing Matt to thrust upward, but he could not move. “Grow,” she uttered, and her runes flashed even brighter.  His cock began to extend and inflate, like it was trying its hardest to reach the goal that was her lips.  It grew and grew, closing the gap by inches, only the woman would lift herself up a bit before his cock could reach her.  She teased him until his cock had to have been nearly half as long as his arm and almost as thick.  His penis was so huge that it blocked nearly half of his vision. 

 The next morning Matt awoke with the sheets over his head.  He groggily kicked the sheets away and sat up.  Something flew past his vision and slapped him hard on the thigh as he sat up straight on the bed.  As he regained consciousness, he noticed a pair of very toned and feminine legs wrapped around his head.  His first thought was that the woman had stayed the night with him, but then he saw the massive penis the rose up from beneath his vision and lay on the leg to his left.  Scared, he lifted his left leg.  The leg in his vision moved and he jumped back.  He backwards on the bed and the massive penis hit him between the eyes.  He yelled, only mentally though as not a sound came out.  He tried to move the offending prick away from his face, but instead of a hand a very dexterous right leg used its toes to move the penis from his face. 

Panicking and unsure of what to do, Matt headed to the bathroom.  The door was already open, but it was ignored in favor of the pressing matter.  Matt appeared to be much shorter somehow.  The doorknob came to just below his face.  Worse yet, the bathroom mirror was above the sink, and Matt could only just barely see above the counter.  What he did see horrified him.  A pair of hips with eyes peered from behind the sink. 

He had to know though, so he hooked a leg up on the counter and hoisted his surprisingly light body onto the granite.  Matt paused for a second, unable to take it all in.  His mind skipped for a second as he processed what he saw.  There, he saw the sexiest pair of female legs and ass that he had ever laid eyes on.  What was wrong with this was the knee knocking penis and huge testicles that sprouted from her groin, and the hazel eyes that were above it.  Matt’s eyes.  Matt, now at least a little curious, stood on his right leg as he used his left to lift up his sack.  Hidden underneath the massive manhood there lay a juicy looking pussy.  He rightly assumed it was his.  Or hers.  He figured that might be fitting now. 

The shock had somewhat worn off, but Matt was still unsure of what to do.  Hopping off the counter, he headed back to the bed where he saw a note on the nightstand.  Picking it up with a foot, Matt read, “If you’re reading this, then you already know I was not bluffing about magic.  I am witch, or more accurately a body shaper.  I spotted you last night and decided you could use some fun.  Enjoy your new body Matt, Matilda, or whatever name you pick out for yourself.  I figured being both sexes would give you some wiggle room.  Have fun!” 

Underneath the letter was sticky note with the number for the transformed registry attached to his cell phone, and a rather large dido.  Matt couldn’t decide which to use first.