As a kid I was always good at hiding. I was like a ninja. I've snuck into my Aunt's basment, to see her magic rituals lots of times. I dont know when she came across the magic jewels. But I loved it when she wore it and instantly turned younger. Her clothes would dissolve and big droopy breasts would burst forth. She would dance and play with herself for hours. But there was times when she would turn into something different. Auntie would sprout wings! Purple wings like a giant bat. I would stare at amazement. Not only did
she look young and hot, but I would see her floating and practicing all new sorts of magic. It was supernaturally erotic. If I wore those things and repeated her rituals would I turn into a woman too? These lewd thoughts of growing breasts and a pussy troubledmy teenage soul for a long time.
But alas one day, Auntie passed away. I did my best to take care of her and her estate. My relatives thought since I visit her all the time I should take care of her as she aged. They only cared for her wealth. But I relished the experience that I knew she was a witch. Honestly, I'm pretty sure as the years went by she knew I was spying on her. But either she didn't care or she relished the feelings of lust I had for her. But when she died,
everyone in the family raided her inheritance and kicked me to the curb back to my empty residence. Her legacy was discarded and anything of value was sold off.
That is except for Auntie's magic jewels. I knew where she left them before she died. The place was so well hidden. Not even my moneyhungry family could find it. But I did. I bided my time and stole my rightful legacy.
Breaking into the manor and its basement was easy. Nobody kept an eye on the place. Especially with the hefty price tag of reselling the place. My childhood ninja skills came back. I could tell where the alarms were and where to stay away from security cameras. I made it to the basement wall where my Aunt had her secret ritual room. I knocked and tapped on the right spots on wall and it opened the just like she did those years ago. Her, I mean my treasures awaited.
Despite being abandoned, the room was impeccably clean. I glanced over at the wall duct where I would hide. Looking down and remembering quietly playing with my horny self and seeing my aunt transform before my eyes. Relishing and wanting to experience what my Aunt would do here to herself. But my mission now was to gain her magic jewels and finally get to feel what it's like to be a succubus.
Somewhere in the room, a turntable started. Orchestral Victorian music started playing. It
was a pleasant song. It became my favorite after hearing my Aunt hum it many times. Down here in the basement. The sounds bounced off the walls building my excitement.
So I grabbed her hidden jewelery box and her Tome. I opened the book and set it down near me. I opened the box and looked at the contents. I instantly remembered what Auntie's routine was. I got on my knees and I pulled out a gold hair pin. I set it on my head. Instantly I felt an enormous tug. My hair grew out so fast out my scalp that silky black strands looped around the floor. My head felt so heavy, no wonder why my aunt got on herknees. The weight of all those luxurious locks would have made her fall over.
I brushed my hair aside, away from my ears and I grabbed some purple earrings. I always got flak from everyone and I was called a faggot for getting both my ears pierced. But tonight it was worth it. My slender hands delicately touched my earlobes as the hook part made it's way through my ear flesh. I could almost see the purple jewels gleaming in the low light of the basement. To keep my head from flopping to one side, I repeated the insertion of the other earring. My body felt smaller and heavier now. I was squirming in an unfamiliar body. My clothes seemed thinner too. Cloth dissapeared from my shoulders. Only my sleeves were left. My knees rubbing the thinning cloth of my bluejeans they almost felt like silk.
I glanced over at the book on the floor. My eyesight seemed sharper than ever. I couldlook over at the tiny words on the pages and yet they seemed gigantic, almost floating above my head. I whispered some of the phrases of the pages from the book. My voice was sultry and feminine. I remembered the magic speeches and phrases said aloud by my aunt. It looks
like I didn't need the book at all. But it felt comforting having it near me. I repeated them. The voice coming out of me was so erotic, I had to nibble on my hair to stop myself from giggling in joy. I really was becoming a woman!
Having moved on to reciting another paragraph, It was time to put on the choker. I knew it was the best part. After auntie put it on, her breasts would explode out of her. There was a joyful, definintive swaying in my ass and jiggling of my thighs as I reached over and grabbed the large purple choker studded with pearls. The necklace felt magnetic as it got closer to my smooth slender neck. The second the heavy jewel touched my skin, it dug into me. The choker snapped itself shut without me having to close it. The flowing,
intense jolts of pleasure forced me back down onto my knees! My chest felt hot and heavy like lead. My nipples were on fire! As I raised myself off the floor to resist the weight, my pecs felt gooey like taffy. As if the act of lifting myself pulled down on my breasts. My two new massive boobies hung pendulously off my body. What was left of my shirt shifted and stuck to my floppy sweaty teats. I swear my new breasts look bigger that anything my Auntie conjured.
As the waves of pleasure rocked my body, the last of my male instincts was telling me to grab my dick and give it the jerking of a lifetime. But alas, it was gone. The spell took it away from me. But in it's place was a new, sopping wet vagina. My nose became instantly
keen and aware of it. The silky cloth that was formerly my pants left an opening for my hands to explore my new feminine desires. My new, womanly brain tingled with anticipation as I knew this was the next glorious step in my transformation.
My index and middle finger made their way into my waiting mound. It's new and intense, as I masterbated. Each probe and flick; finding new pleasures never felt before by a man. I flinched and arched my back the deeper I went. As my fingers made new ground. My lower back started throbbing, itching and bulging. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. New muscles, bones
and skin erupted above my ass. Gusts of wind blew around the room as my body finally climaxed.I looked over at my back and saw my two new wings. I gasped in joy at the double cresendo of my complete transformation! I screamed in ecstasy!
Experiencing this whole new pleasure, I know now there's no going back. I cant go back to being a plain old boring human anymore. My aunt was addicted and now I am too. In the few minutes that I lay here in my afterglow, I feel some witchy powers growing within me. I grab the book off the floor and I will myself to float a bit in place. I got a few hours left before sunrise and the magic will wear off. I turn the pages of the book and find a paragraph in it....
'Transformation can be permanent if caster fornicates with the opposite sex.'
