The Kinky Wizard’s Ring – Ch 2 – lostandwhatever

Continued (at last) from Chapter 1. Originally published on my Patreon.

Hello,

It’s Mo again. Sorry for leaving things on a bit of a cliff-hanger there. Let me finish up what I was saying in the last part.

Quick recap: I have a magic ring stuck on my finger. There’s a wizard’s spirit living in the ring that can magically transform my body anyway he wants. (Yes, that sentence is both true and totally insane.) At the end of the last part, he had turned me into a little girl, and I had been called in to work a shift at the coffee shop. Let’s see how that went.

***

When it came time to start my shift, I was still a little girl. I’d only managed to get a couple of hours older the regular way. I had no other clothes I could fit into, so I headed down to the shop still wearing the sundress and sandals combo I’d stolen earlier.

At the door to the shop, I paused and took a deep breath and then stepped inside. James, the guy currently working at the counter, had known me for months. He would be my first test. I waited to see how he would react when I joined him in the back, hoping that the wizard would somehow make this seem “normal” even if he wouldn’t turn me back to normal.

“Oh,” he said, when he noticed me. “Hi, Mo. Thanks for coming in. I thought I would be stuck handling things by myself the whole day. How are you?”

“Um,” I said. “Young?”

“Huh,” he said, seeming more curious than shocked. “That’s true. You do look a bit young today.”

“I’m hoping it’ll pass soon.”

“Yes,” he said. “Well, I suppose it does for everyone, eventually.”

“That’s true.”

“Well,” he said. “I think there’s a step stool in the back to help you reach things on the high shelves.”

“Good to know.”

I stepped past him, marveling at how tall he seemed now. I’ve always been shorter than James, but now he seemed like a real giant, even if he was only a lanky teen just out of high school. For a while, I had the impression he would have been hitting on me if he had the confidence to try. Now, I doubted he would be interested, or at least, I hoped he wouldn’t be.

I headed into the back room, grabbed an apron that covered me down past my knees, and returned ready to survive the weirdness as best as I could. The possibility that I might earn a promotion today for all of my hard work was still on my mind, but I figured that if I could make it through the day without getting fired, that would be a big win by itself.

As James was busy handling a customer’s order, I stepped up to help out the next person in line. Then, I felt like running when I saw that it was a female police officer.

“Hello,” I said, putting on my best customer service smile, hoping that I would survive this somehow. “May I take your order?”

“Oh,” the officer said, sounding surprised at finding a grade school girl behind the counter. “Are you helping out your big brother today?”

I glanced over at James and had to fight off the inclination to cringe at the idea of him being my older sibling. “Actually,” I said. “I’m his manager.”

The officer chuckled. “My,” she said. “What a grown up little lady you are.”

At least someone is amused by the situation, I thought. Still, she isn’t dragging me off to child protective services. “May I take your order?” I repeated.

“My order?” she said. “Right… let me see…” Then, she stared at our menu board for a while as I came to realize I had a very long day ahead of me.

***

Dealing with the customers didn’t get easier after that.

Every one of them started out either amused or confused at finding a little girl working in a coffee shop. They didn’t question if I should be there instead of in school, but they knew that it was weird that I was as young as I was. It was wearing me out, but not as much as the actual work of making coffee.

Being a small girl meant that everything around me was a bit too big. All the muscle memory I had built up over time from working in the shop was thrown off. It felt like my first day again. Then, there was the stool, I had to move it again and again for each order so that I could reach things on the shelves or operate the machines.

Having another employee there was supposed to be helpful, but James seemed to be more of an obstacle much of the time. He had an uncanny talent of standing in my way wherever I needed to go, which was not as bad as when he simply didn’t notice me and nearly knocked me over a few times before apologizing profusely.

As we approached closing time, I felt ready to pass out. My little muscles were aching. My patience was wearing thin, and I had to fight to control myself so that I wouldn’t scream at the customers every time they took a patronizing attitude with me. I was done with it all.

Then, in walked Mr. Silvestro, my boss.

I had sent James home just a few minutes before, and I was busy filling out some paperwork.

“Maureen,” he said. “How are you? How did we do today?”

“Well,” I said. “We were a little above average with sales.”

I walked over to him to continue our chat as he stood there like a customer in line, hoping that he wouldn’t reconsider giving me the promotion now that I was a little girl.

“Wonderful,” he said. “Well done. Well done. I knew I could trust you to handle things. You are quite the capable girl… er, young lady.”

“Thanks,” I said, glad that I was nearly home free, having avoided embarrassing myself.

Of course, the wizard was not about to let this situation go smoothly.

“I wanted to ask you,” Mr. Silvestro said. “How long do you plan on staying in town?”

I sensed something starting to happen to my body, but I wasn’t sure quite what it was. Something seemed to be moving below my waist. I tried to ignore it and replied, “I’m confident I’ll be around for years.”

“Excellent!” he said, and then he started recounting the story of his immigration to the U.S. While I stood there respectfully listening, I felt the back of my dress start to move. It seemed that something was lifting it up from behind. I glanced over my shoulder to see my ass and hips were spreading out, swelling up larger and larger.

I turned my attention back to Mr. Silvestro, so as not to seem as though I were more interested in my own butt than his life story. However, I could feel the loose fabric of my dress starting to fill up with the expanding flesh of my ass and the broadening width of my hips. I wasn’t getting any taller or older anywhere else, but it seemed that my ass wanted to grow back to adult size again all by itself.

I stood there, still listening, feeling my body grow increasingly pear-shaped, hoping that I would be allowed an escape from the situation soon before Mr. Silvestro noticed that something was awry. Thankfully, the changes were hidden behind the counter still.

For a moment, my legs felt like a pair of twigs straining to hold up twin melons above them. Then, my legs started to grow as well. They stretched longer and spread wider, like a couple of tree trunks, lifting my upper body higher as they went. Far below, I felt my heels slip out of my sandals as my feet outgrew them.

I glanced down, realizing that my huge ass must be in sight of Mr. Silvestro now. I could imagine how weird I must look to him, a young girl from the waist up with a pair of hips and legs that would seem large even on a regular woman’s body.

“Eh,” he said. “Maureen? Is something the matter?”

He must have noticed the discomfort on my face because, just that moment, my chest started to expand. I felt the top of my dress getting tight on me as the twin mounds of my breasts swelled back into existence.

“I’m… fine,” I said. “I’m just feeling a bit tight… in my muscles.”

My sentence was punctuated by the sound of my little girl dress tearing at the seams as my swelling tits burst free from it. Thankfully, I still had my apron on to keep myself covered up, but I was not exactly happy to feel the open air on my breasts, especially not in front of my boss as I was trying to impress him. Then, there was the problem of the weight of these huge tits dragging down my little girl upper body. I had to lean back to keep my balance.

“Well,” he said. “I suppose I’ve kept you long enough, then. You go up and get some rest.”

The growth spread to my remaining young parts. My upper body, arms, and head rapidly grew to match the rest of my body.

“Thank you,” I replied, both to Mr. Silvestro and the wizard. Then, I let out a sigh of relief as I heard my familiar adult voice back again.

He excused himself and left the shop with a smile and a goodbye.

I waited just long enough to be sure that he was no longer near the exit. Then, I ran back to the bathroom to check out the changes to my body. I looked the same as I had done yesterday. It seemed that the wizard had returned me to his default favorite shape for me.  Unfortunately, I was only wearing the torn remains of my little girl sundress under the apron from the shop. The apron was fine for covering my nipples, but it did nothing for my behind.  I could sense the bottom of my ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the skirt of my dress.

I grabbed a second apron, tied it around my waist backwards to cover my ass, and stepped out of the shop, as covered as I could make myself. I locked up, walked back up the stairs, barefoot to my apartment. Back inside the safety of my home. I removed the aprons, tore off the remains of my dress and threw it out along with the sandals. I stood there naked, feeling furious at the ordeal I had survived today.

“Fucking hell!” I cried. “You just couldn’t make it easy for me at all. Huh? You just had to mess with me.” I didn’t know if the wizard was listening, but I doubted he would miss my reaction to his attempt at embarrassing me.

“What the fuck?” I said. “Is this how you get your jollies? Huh? Fucking around with a woman, making her feel uncomfortable. You absolute creep!”

I waited for a reply, not really caring if he was about to do something awful to me. I was too fed up with what he had put me through to care at this point. I needed to vent. I needed to tell him what a prick he was.

“Well, fuck you!” I said. “This is childish bullshit you’re pulling here, and, frankly, it’s pretty damn pathetic that this is how you choose to use your magic powers. Of all the things you could do with them, you choose this. What the hell?”

Again, I waited for some kind of response. Nothing happened.

“Fine,” I said. “I’m taking a shower. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the hell out of that.”

I took my shower. Still, there was no reply from him. I started to wonder if he was in sleep mode again. Maybe he was tired as well after all the changes he had put me through today. I couldn’t be sure. As I finished cleaning up, I started to regret my words, but I was in no mood to apologize. I meant everything I had said, and he deserved to hear it.

I ate, I got ready for bed, I went to sleep, but the wizard did nothing at all to me that night.

***

I woke up the next morning, feeling a cool breeze against my bare skin. At first, I thought I had left the window open. Then, I heard the waves rolling onto the shore.

I opened my eyes, expecting to see the ceiling above me. Instead, there was only open sky.

“What the fuck?” I said as I sat upright and looked around myself. Two things were immediately apparent. One, I was on the beach for some reason, just above where the waves washed up onto the sand. And, two, aside from some necklace and the ring, I was completely naked.

I covered my bare breasts with my hands and looked around nervously to check if anyone else was nearby. It was dark out still, and the street lights at the edge of the beach were on. Thankfully, there was no one else in sight but me. I looked up again, trying to guess the time. The stars were visible still, but the sky was getting lighter to the east, meaning the sun would be up in another hour or so. People would be waking up soon.

I checked the necklace and found that a piece of paper had been folded over the end of it and tied closed with a thread. I untied the thread and unfolded the paper. A key slipped free and hung at my breasts. The necklace threaded through it like a key chain. I recognized it as my apartment key. That was a relief. At least I had a way of getting back inside again.

I looked at the paper and recognized the handwriting. It was the wizard’s fancy cursive.

***

Dearest Maureen,

Through your insults, you attempted to embarrass and shame me. Therefore, I have decided to teach you a lesson by embarrassing and shaming you. This exposure is your punishment. I walked you here. Now, you must walk yourself back home.

Do hurry. Sunrise is coming.

Sincerely,

Your Master, The Wizard of The Ring

***

“You son of a bitch,” I said, balling up the letter and tossing it into the waves. I felt like chewing him out even more, but I had more important priorities at that moment. I needed to figure out how to get home, and fast.

I stood up and tried to get my bearings. Thankfully, it only took a few seconds for me to figure out exactly where I was. More good news, I knew there were some alleys I could travel down that would lead me most of the way back to my apartment while remaining somewhat concealed. I would need to cross a dozen streets on the way there, but if I waited for the right moment when the streets were clear, then I could probably make it home without being seen. This was doable.

With one arm wrapped across my chest and my other covering my crotch. I hurried up the beach towards the first alley. Stepping onto concrete was a bit of a shock. My bare feet were not used to traveling without shoes. I took careful slow steps, making sure there were no pebbles or other debris under my feet before I put any weight down on them. Then, I stepped high to avoid obstacles, not wanting to stub a toe as I went. Besides pointy things, I was trying to avoid wet and sticky things as well, but I was less concerned about having to clean my feet. After a few minutes, they already were a mess. I was making glacial progress, but I knew that cutting open my foot would slow me down even more. Eventually, I found a balance between being careful and moving quickly that kept me from panicking. Yet, every second that passed, I expected to be found out. In my mind, I could just hear the sirens and see the blue and red lights flashing.

In this way, I made it a few blocks closer to the safety of my apartment. It took longer than I want to admit for me to come up with an obvious solution to part of my problem. I grabbed a box out of a dumpster, and fashioned it into a wrap-around cardboard towel. Even if my feet were still bare, at least I was no longer streaking.

Feeling more confident and secure, I sped up. That was a big mistake. If I had been a bit more cautious, I would have avoided the alley with four frat boys in it, taking a late night piss after the bars had closed. I heard their peeing before I saw them. I tried to back out of the alley unnoticed, but one of them spotted me and said, “Hey? Whatcha doin’?”

I froze. “Uh,” I said. “Sorry, wrong turn.”

“Hold up,” one of them said. “What’re you wearin’?”

“You lost?” another one said, while zipping up. “You lose your clothes?”

“Someone left me at the beach, as a prank,” I explained. “I’m just heading home.” I started backing away again. “Excuse me.”

“Whoa!” a third guy said. “Don’t go!” He ran past me to block my exit. “It’s dangerous out there for a lady like you… all alone.”

“Yeah,” the first guy said. “Stay with us. We’ll keep you safe.”

They started to surround me, and I found myself backed into a wall. I had that bunny-cornered-by-wolves feeling. I thought about screaming for help. Then, I remembered I was supposed to scream “fire” instead. (Kind of fucked up, right? People won’t run to help a woman, but they will run to put out a fire.) All the while, I kept mentally cursing out the wizard again for putting me here.

“Well,” I said, speaking to the air above me, hoping that I might confuse the drunks. “Wizard, you put me here. Are you gonna get me out of this? I don’t think you want to feel what’s about to happen to me anymore than I do.”

The frat boys exchanged a few confused looks with each other. I took that opportunity to start running. I brushed between a pair of them and rushed towards the end of the alley. One of them was quick enough still to catch me by the wrist and stop me. My box fell away.

“Holy shit!” one of them said. “Look at her. Damn.”

“Help me, Wizard. Please!”

The other guys grabbed me and dragged me deeper into the alley. I struggled, hoping that I might be able to give one of them a good kick in the groin or elbow to the nose. But, they were too strong, and there were too many of them. I needed a miracle.

The miracle came. My struggling started to be harder and harder for them to control. I felt every muscle in my body start to tense up and swell, thickening, getting stronger. At the same time, my body began to grow. My perspective rose higher as my limbs and torso thickened up. All the softness on me was growing increasingly solid and weighty. Even my skin was toughening up, like my whole body was becoming one big callus. Through all of these changes, I felt power growing in me. Soon enough, I was strong enough and heavy enough to stop the four men from dragging me along.

I kept on growing.

At this point the guys had let me go. The delay of their drunken stupor had passed and they could see that something incredible was happening. They stepped back and watched as I grew several feet taller than them, while getting as proportionately thick and bulky as a heavyweight pro wrestler.

Then, things started to get weird. My skin went grey, like an elephant’s. My hands and feet outgrew even my bulky body, getting disproportionately huge. I felt myself turn inside out in my crotch and watched in horror as a bulge sprouted from where my pussy had been. It grew long and thick and soon was accompanied by a second bulge below, filled with two ball-like objects. As my new dick and testicles grew to hang halfway down my thighs, I felt the rest of the changes slow to a halt.

The frat boys stared at my body in horror, and so did I.

“Shit!” one of the guys said.

I looked at him, and my fear shifted to fury. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted him into the air. He seemed to weigh almost nothing at all. I felt like tossing him into a dumpster, but I decided that it would be best if we all just got out of there right now. I pulled him in close to my face and, in barely more than a deep gravelly whisper, told him, “Run.”

I set him on his feet, and they all took my advice. The frat boys sprint-stumbled away. I swear I thought I saw a damp spot indicating that one of them had pissed his pants.

Again, I spoke to the air above me. “Thank you,” I told the wizard, in my deep baritone voice. “Now, you can turn me back.”

I waited a moment. Nothing happened.

“Please,” I said, looking down at my finger, seeing that the ring had grown to fit my sausage-sized digit.

Still, nothing.

“Shit,” I said.

Either the wizard had decided not to help me anymore, or he was out of power for the moment. Whatever the reason, it seemed as though I was going to be stuck like this for a little while longer.

In the distance, I actually heard the siren of a police car. Not wanting to find out if it was coming for me. I decided to continue with my original plan: running home as fast as I could.

Being an ogre had some advantages. (By the way, I’m calling myself an ogre here because that’s the best term I could think of to describe what I was.) I had to be over 9 feet tall, which gave me an advantage when it came to movement. As stocky as I was, my legs were a good deal longer than they had been before. It didn’t matter at all that I was shoeless, now that the soles of my feet were tougher than leather. The muscles helped as well. I had to have weighed close to a ton, but I had power enough to move with ease, even if all the momentum I built up made turning a challenge.

There were quite a few disadvantages as well. For one thing, I was an ogre. Whatever the wizard was doing to hide my changes would probably not work very well at hiding a giant hulking beast running through the streets naked. I was going to get noticed. Also, there was the problem of being male all of a sudden. I had an unfamiliar pendulous weight dangling from my crotch that had a tendency to bounce off my thighs as I ran. Besides being a huge distraction, it was also a confusing mixture of painful and pleasurable.

Ultimately, as bad as the situation was, I was confident that no one was going to try to block my path. A charging naked ogre with a flopping schlong would likely inspire most people to get out of the way.

So, I ran, sticking to the alleys, trying to avoid being seen but not really caring much at this point. All the while, I could hear the sirens growing progressively louder as I went. I heard an occasional shriek and yell, a “What the fuck?” One time a car squealed to a halt as I rushed across the street. I ignored it all and kept moving. I knew I would be fine, so long as I did not allow myself to get cornered or followed.

Through some miracle, I made it home just before sunrise. I carefully climbed up the creaking stairs to my apartment, taking them four at a time but slowly so as not to destroy them as I went. Crouching before my door, I yanked the necklace off, snapping the tiny clasp apart, and carefully angled the key into the lock. It was trickier than you would expect, trying to be delicate with my clumsy pickle fingers. Still, I pulled it off without breaking anything. With great care, I opened the door, stooped low and angled myself sideways to fit through it, and half crawled into the safety of my apartment. I flicked the door shut with a toe, and it slammed heavily against the frame.

I had made it. I was home. I was safe for the moment. I lay on my back on the floor. I took a deep breath into my barrel-sized lungs and let it out slowly.

“Fuck,” I grunted.

I lay there a while, hoping that the wizard would get bored with me being an ogre now that I was safe at home. I waited to turn back to normal. No luck. I was still huge several minutes later. I kept on laying there, calming down and letting my eyes close for a little while. Before I realized how tired I had become, I had drifted off to sleep, right there on the floor.

***

I woke up later that morning, still on the floor, and as was becoming a new habit for me, I checked my body to see what shape I was in. When I noticed that I was still a big bulky ogre, I let out a sigh like a lion’s growl.

I sat up and noticed another inconvenient thing, I had a massive erection. I mean, any erection would seem huge to me as I’ve never had one before. I’d never even had a dick before, but this thing was a proper log standing up between my legs. I wasn’t sure if I should be horrified or impressed. It was a strange sensation, my first morning wood. My grey member was swollen up to the point of aching, while simultaneously feeling a pleasurable sensitivity. I didn’t dare touch it, no matter how curious I was about what it would feel like when I did. As much sensation as it had, I wanted to pretend that it was not a part of me. I had been ignoring its existence since I first noticed it, and I was not about to change course on that plan just yet.

I might have just laid there on the floor, waiting for my body to get smaller (at least in one place), if I didn’t feel a full bladder and empty stomach begging for my attention. The bladder would have to wait. Instead, I decided to see what breakfast I had that might satisfy my hunger at this size.

I stood up and felt a renewed gratitude for my high ceilings. Then, as gently as I could, I opened up some cabinets, searching for food. I found an unopened box of cereal, which I tore open roughly enough to spill a quarter of it on the floor, a mess I would have to deal with later. I dumped some of it into my mouth, dry, and swallowed it down. I kept at it repeatedly enough to finish off the remainder of the box in a minute or two. It did very little to satisfy my hunger, though. I opened the fridge and found a fresh carton of milk. I opened it, spilling some of it on the floor to mix with the cereal already down there. Then, I chugged the whole carton down in seconds. I was still hungry. Some mysterious impulse drew my attention to a mostly full carton of eggs. I sniffed it, and my mouth watered at the sulfurous smell. Before I realized what I was doing, I had opened my mouth and dumped close to a dozen eggs straight into it, raw in their shells, and munched on them until they were a sticky mush, which I swallowed down greedily. Only after I had finished and let out a satisfied sigh did I stop to feel disgusted about what I had just done. I filled a cooking pot with water from the sink and drank it down, trying to erase the taste of eggs from my mouth, but the flavor lingered for a while after along with the shame.

With my ogre’s breakfast done, I had no excuse for putting off a trip to the bathroom anymore. My erection had softened up but was still noticeable as I walked down the hallway to my bathroom. I stooped through the doorway and stood inside, taking a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror. It was as I had expected, a face like a fantasy movie monster: grey skin, protruding lower fangs, piggish nose, stupid looking dull eyes… It was certainly a face that would inspire you to run if you encountered it in a dark alleyway.

Having seen enough of that horror show, I turned my attention to the toilet. I lifted the lid and angled my body so that my semi-erection was pointed in the right direction. Then, I waited hoping it would take care of itself without me having to get my hands involved. Soon enough, a heavy stream of frothy warm piss poured out, like water flowing from a garden hose. It dripped and splashed everywhere as it went, but I had no way of stopping the flow now that it had started. Much like with my kitchen floor, I just tried not to worry about the mess for now.

As I felt my bladder drain out, another sensation caught my attention: I was gradually shrinking smaller again. My view descended back down towards a human level as my bulky muscles and skin softened to their regular human form. I was feeling multiple forms of relief, except for one remaining worry: my dick was not changing with the rest of me. My male monster member remained the same, even as my busty chest grew back to its previous size. And, now that the rest of my body was getting smaller, my huge cock seemed proportionately even larger. At about the same time that I had finished emptying my bladder, my body had finished returning to its regular curvy female shape. The monster cock and balls, however, were still there, hanging between my female thighs like a novelty dildo.

“Of course,” I said. I was annoyed but not at all surprised. Of course the wizard would leave that massive disgusting dick hanging from me. Anything to make me feel uncomfortable and awkward. I was getting to know his tastes a bit too well. Obviously, he was getting off on my embarrassment. How could he pass up this opportunity, making me have to live with a giant grey ogre cock hanging down past my knees?

I looked down at the ring, which had shrunk with me to cling to my finger, not letting me go. I sighed. “Fine,” I said.

This was a battle of wills. He wanted to break me. I knew it. He knew it. What mattered was who was going to break first. Sure, he has total control over what my body is, but I get to control what it does. I don’t have to play his games. I might not be able to get rid of him, but I can make it clear that I won’t give in to everything he wants. I can maintain some control.

Monster cock? Fine, whatever, I don’t care. Moving on.

I went to my bedroom and pieced together an outfit. I didn’t bother with a bra, just a T-shirt. I wasn’t going out anywhere with this thing. What did it matter if I had underwear on? Though, I needed to contain the ogre dick somehow. I had to touch it, no avoiding it anymore. The grey skin was tough but flexible, and disturbingly sensitive. I tried to avoid contact with the end and bottom of it as I maneuvered it around to a more functional position. First, I considered strapping it to my leg, but that skin-to-skin contact was immediately uncomfortable. Then, I attempted to belt it upwards, but the sight of it pointing towards my head was worrying, even if my breasts were there to defend my face. Ultimately, I tucked the whole thing backwards between my legs and up along my ass crack. A pair of gym shorts, tied up at the waist was enough to hold everything in place. Not a perfect solution, but it would have to do for now.

After getting that sorted, I grabbed a mop and set about cleaning up the mess I made as an ogre. The spill in the kitchen was easy enough to take care of. The floor of the bathroom was less easy to deal with. Try to think of what ogre piss smells like, really imagine it as best as you can. Got it? It’s even worse than that. Much worse. The stink was so strong that I felt as though I could taste it. As I cursed the wizard for causing this reeking mess, I couldn’t help but be reminded of the fact that the offending organ was still strapped up between my legs. Every time I stooped down or even took a step, I was made continuously aware of the extra unwanted flesh intruding on my body.

In spite of it all, I finished cleaning up and took a moment to feel satisfied. The wizard had made a mess, and I had washed it away. In my mind, that made us even for the moment.

“Let’s watch some TV,” I said and headed for the living room to take it easy for a while.

Rather than sit on my own cock and balls, I removed my shorts and lay down on my couch, bare-assed. I spread my legs wide wide to accommodate my new third leg and scrotum resting between them. Then, I started searching for a show to stream, feeling increasingly bored as I went. I just wanted to find something to get my mind off of the situation for a little while, but it was taking forever. However, that gave me an idea: weaponized boredom. Maybe I could defeat him with boredom. If I showed him that his little tricks did nothing to make my life more interesting, then that would have to discourage him from messing with me. Right? I mean, it was worth a try at least.

I put on some period drama. You know, the kind of show with a lot of romantic innuendo and little actual action. Characters talk, exchange meaningful glances with not much happening in between. It’s the white noise of TV for me, just enough to keep my brain occupied without requiring me to engage beyond keeping my eyes and ears open. It was perfect.

Or, it would have been perfect if it weren’t for the first sex scene. (I really should have checked the age rating before I started.) The two leads had been flirting for several episodes before things finally came to a head. Clothes were torn off and the two of them stumbled into a nearby bed to move their relationship to the next level. The actors were attractive, and the, um… choreography was well done. It was kind of hot, honestly. I started to get aroused. It had been a while for me, a long dry spell. What can I say? I was feeling a bit horny.

It started to get hard. Before I knew what was happening, the ogre cock had started to stiffen up and rise upwards, like a vampire standing up from his coffin via magic leverage.

“Whoa,” I said when I noticed it coming to life. I paused the show and commanded it, “Chill out.” It didn’t listen. In fact it seemed to have a mind of its own. “Calm down. Come on. It isn’t even that hot. Really.”

It ignored me, and soon I had a foot-and-a-half tall flagpole standing between my legs. Then, it began to lean towards my upper body.

“Stop!” I said, feeling threatened by it at last.

I had no reason to believe that it was acting out of any impulse besides my own arousal, but it was so alien to me and so big. It seemed to be coming for me, taking deliberate aim at my head.

I tried to push it back down, but that just made it ache as it bent. Plus, the light contact of my hands stimulated it even more.

“Fuck!” I said, wondering how guys deal with these things all their lives.

Then, I remembered hearing that guys needed to focus their minds on something boring to get an erection to go away. I shut my eyes and tried to think of anything that wasn’t sexual. I mentally ran through a list of groceries I needed to buy. (I deliberately left off the bananas and cucumbers.) I remembered how many dishes I had in my cabinet, and counted them. I started counting everything I could think of: playing cards in a deck, dots on a die, shoelace holes on my sneakers…

Suddenly, I felt something poke me between my breasts. I shrieked and looked down to see the head of the ogre cock resting at the end of my cleavage, some clear fluid starting to form at the tip from the hole there. I had the feeling that I was looking down the barrel of a shotgun.

I shut my eyes again and redoubled my efforts. I recited poetry I thought I had forgotten, then song lyrics, then TV jingles. My mind dug up anything nonsexual it could picture. Soon, I felt it working. The cock began to sag and deflate, getting softer and smaller. I felt it come to rest on my belly and begin to slide downwards, leaving a slimy trail behind it like a slug. The shrinking continued until it was back down to its regular size.

Once I was confident that it had calmed down. I gave it a look. It was back to normal, or as normal as an ogre cock can be. I let out a sigh of relief. I had done it. I had survived my first aroused erection.

“Now what?” I asked myself. I didn’t have an answer.

***

The day went on. I made lunch, a sandwich. (I had to fight the urge to cook up a hotdog just to be peevish.) All the while, I tried to avoid anything that might make me horny. Easy enough to do most of the time, but there was something about having all that extra flesh swinging between my legs that got my mind thinking about sex. Maybe it was just the fact that I had an impossible to ignore sex organ that meant I kept having erotic thoughts. Inevitably, it started to get hard again, and I willed it away again with unsexy thoughts. This cycle repeated several times throughout the day.

Eventually, I needed to use the toilet again. I sat down to do my business, letting the cock rest across my thigh as I finished up. The balls nearly touched the water, but they stayed dry. Then, when I was ready, I stood up and aimed the massive shaft at the toilet bowl and let out another garden hose sized stream of piss. This time, it was over much faster. I suppose my smaller bladder meant that there was less piss to pee. I’m proud to say that I managed to get it all in the bowl this time. Success! Soon enough, I’d be doing it hands-free, like a true bro. Right? (Big sigh.)

When the start of my next scheduled work shift approached, I realized that I would need to call in sick. I entertained the idea of wearing a long skirt and hoping for the best. But, with the likelihood of a surprise erection lifting up my skirt for everyone to see, I decided it would be best to just stay home until the cock was gone.

I was bored that evening, but I hoped the same was true for the Wizard. Later, I made a microwave meal and went to bed early.

“Can we just have a reset tomorrow?” I asked as I lay down to sleep, carefully positioning the cock between my legs for what I hoped would be the last time. Then, I slept.

***

The next morning I had my answer. The cock was still there, as big and monstrous as it had been yesterday. I went to the kitchen to see if there was a new note there where the wizard liked to leave me messages. Sure enough, I found a new letter in his elegant cursive. This one was much shorter than the others.

The wizard had simply written, “Use it.”

I wish I could say that I was confused, that his directions were not clear enough, but I knew. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I knew what “it” was, and I knew how he wanted me to “use it.”

“No,” I said. “Not happening.” I crumpled the letter into a ball and tossed it into the trash.

So, that was the game. I was stuck with the ogre cock until it got used. I considered doing it, even after initially rejecting the idea. I mean, I knew it would probably feel great. It would make a mess, but I could clean it up. The problem was the damn wizard. I refused to give in to him making demands. If I let him control my actions as well as my body, then he would have total control of me. I needed to maintain some control of my life. I needed to be able to make my own choices. This was a fight for my life, and we both knew it. It was all a matter of who would blink first.

“I have an idea,” I said. “You can ‘use it’ tonight, while I’m sleeping. I’ll even clean up the mess for you in the morning. I’m not doing it, though.”

I went to get dressed, to start my day. I was going to live in as normal a way as I could despite what he’d done to me. I put on a bra (the one that fit), a nice shirt, and a long skirt. For once, the ogre cock was out of sight.

“Now,” I said, feeling more in control of things again. “Let’s have breakfast.”

***

The morning went by smoothly. I didn’t even have a hint of an erection. In fact, after a little while, I almost forgot it was there. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to work at the coffee shop that day, with Judy even. She also had caught on to the idea of getting on Mr. Silvestro’s good side by splitting her time between his two businesses.

I needed to call in sick again. Two days in a row was not too bad. Could happen to anyone, a cold that keeps you out of work for a few days. However, time was ticking. I would need to go back, eventually.

I called Mr. Silvestro. He wished me well and told me to get some rest. Great, that was sorted.

I spent my midday reading a book, something dull and informative, not at all arousing.

Then, there was a knock at my door. At first, I tried to pretend I wasn’t home. There was another knock, followed by Judy yelling, “Mo? You okay in there?”

Damn, I thought. If I don’t answer she might just tell Mr. Silvestro that I was out somewhere instead of being home sick. I wouldn’t put it past her to try that. I bet she just wanted proof that I was slacking off, pretending to be sick to get out of work. If she could convince Mr. Silvestro that I was a bad employee, then she would be more likely get the promotion that we both wanted.

I walked to the door and did a quick check to make sure the cock was flaccid and out of sight. Then, I opened the door a crack to greet Judy, while leaving the chain in place, just in case she decided she wanted to barge in and snoop around.

“Hi,” I said, doing my best to sound as though I had just woken up. “Is there a problem downstairs?”

Judy’s eyes narrowed. I could feel the suspicion radiating off of her. “How are you?” she asked.

“Not too bad right now,” I said. “I was just napping. What brings you up here?”

“I wanted to check on you,” she said. “I was… concerned.”

“Thank you,” I said. There was an awkward moment of silence, just long enough for me to take a good look at her outfit. She was dressed in a bit more revealing way than would be appropriate for the coffee shop. Jean shorts and a tight fitting T-shirt that accentuated her natural curves in a subtle but undeniable way. At first, I felt a bit jealous of how good she looked in the outfit. Then, I remembered that my new figure would look even better in it, of course, that would be true if the cock was gone.

Then, I felt it. I was getting hard again.

Shit, I thought. She’s turning me on.

I made sure my body was turned so that Judy could not see my crotch through the door.

“Well,” she said. “I thought I might help you out. I could get you some soup, maybe check your temperature.”

I pictured Judy in my apartment, me lying in my bed, her standing over me with a thermometer. She leans over me, chest getting closer…

The dress had begun to lift up in the front with my cock forming into a tent pole beneath it.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling increasingly awkward the bigger my cock grew. “I wouldn’t want you to catch what I have.”

Her acting skills kicked in then, and she put on the attitude of a concerned friend. “Oh,” she said. “You poor thing. Is there nothing I can do to help?”

Damn, I thought. That was too sweet. I tried not to think of things she could do to me, but ideas about what she might do to “help” my current condition flashed into my mind, only making it worse. Now, the head was peeking out from beneath the skirt.

“It’s all right,” I said. “I’m sure I’ll be better by tomorrow. Just need to take it easy and lay down.”

Did you hear that? I thought to my cock. Get down, already!

It didn’t listen. It rose up higher until it was angled upwards, the skirt slipping down the shaft to reveal even more of it’s turgid grey length.

“You sure you’re alright?” Judy asked. “You don’t want me to come in?”

If she could only see what was right behind the door, waiting for her… “I’m good,” I said. “Don’t worry about me. Have a good one.”

I shut the door as she said, “Wait.” Then, I dead-bolted it to punctuate the end of the conversation.

With that entrance secured, I hurried back into my bedroom to keep away from the windows near the door in case she decided to peek inside.

I sat on the bed, and stared down at my fully erect ogre cock. I thought, It’s so sensitive right now, so ready to go. It would only take a touch of my hand to…

“No!” I cried out loud. “I’m not doing it.”

I crossed my arms and looked away. Then, I picked up my boring book and went back to reading, hoping to ignore my erection away.

***

As much practice as I was getting at willing away erections, I felt that it was getting harder and harder every time (in both senses of the word). With every erection, I felt more and more ready to come. I could feel it begging for release more loudly each time, insisting that I “use it” at last.

How much longer can I hold out? I wondered.

There were a couple more close calls before it was bedtime again. And again, I went to sleep, hoping that the wizard would get tired of this game at last.

I woke up with a bad case of morning wood. It was poking the bottom of my breasts. I started to move the blankets off of me, but that was a bit too stimulating on the sensitive skin. I nearly came right there. I paused and then peeled the blanket away inch by inch to avoid putting me over the edge.

Damn it! I thought. Even a breeze could set me off now. I wondered if the wizard was increasing the sensitivity of it every day. I didn’t know if he would consider that cheating or not.

I walked to the kitchen, not bothering to wait for my hard on to subside. There was a new note.

“DO IT!” he had written in tall letters.

My answer: I tore the letter to pieces and scattered it on the floor.

I had to pee. I made it to the bathroom and realized that it would be impossible right now. I could just “do it” and then empty my bladder afterwards. I looked at the shower. I remembered hearing that a cold shower was another good remedy.

“How about we do this instead?” I said to the wizard as I angled the cock into the shower and turned on the cold water.

I let the tap run a minute as a threat. I gave him a chance to get rid of it, but it was still there, still hard.

“Here we go.” I leaned forward and turned on the shower head. Cold water rained down onto my stiff cock, and I gasped. Oh my God! It hurt so bad, like thousands of icy needles piercing it. My first instinct was to pull back and avoid the pain, but I kept standing there. I was hurting, but so was the wizard. He had no power to stop me. I was the one in control, and he was stuck in this pain with me. Fuck him! I’ll gladly suffer if he’ll suffer just as much.

It didn’t take long for the cold water to have the desired effect on my cock. It shrank away like a frightened turtle. When it was soft enough to hang down again out of the spray, I shut the water off.

“There,” I said, trying to sound unbothered by the pain. “Expect more of that every time it gets hard.”

The ogre cock did not go away, but I suspected that the wizard was having second thoughts.

***

The rest of the day went by like the last two, only with a few aching cold showers to handle my occasional horniness. I went to bed that night feeling that I had all but won. I wondered what his response would be in the morning.

The cock was still there, but there was no hint of morning wood when I woke up. Good! I thought. Progress.

I headed straight for the kitchen to find his new note. The message was much smaller and controlled than the last one had been.

“What do you want?” his letter asked.

That surprised me more than anything else he had done. Up until now, he had always tried to dominate me, to be my “master.” He had become very predictable in his sadism. Now, he was being conciliatory. In fact, he was practically offering me a wish. What should I wish for? I thought. Asking him to turn me back to normal and get off of my finger would probably not work. Even demanding that he ask permission before changing me would likely be a bit of stretch. I thought about what I might actually need right now. There was a basic necessity that would be a problem if he kept on changing me. Why not?

I named it: “Clothes.” I said it aloud and wrote it on the paper right under the question.

Nothing happened to the ogre cock right then or for the rest of the day. It seemed I would need to wait until tomorrow for his response. So, I did.

***

The next morning I read the response written beneath my answer.

“You have a deal,” he had written. “Use it, and the money you need will be yours. Then, it will go away. Afterwards, anytime you pleasure yourself, you will have more money. However, I stay, and I stay in control of your body. No more attempts to remove me.”

I set the letter down. Money for sex… he was making me his prostitute. Not that I have anything against sex workers, but becoming one was not a part of my life plan. None of this was, though. At least, I’ll be able to afford to clothe myself no matter what he turns me into. It was something, a small win.

“Fine,” I said. “We have an agreement.”

I went to the living room and turned on the TV so that it could turn me on as well. I rewatched that sex scene from the TV series I had been streaming. It helped. Out of nowhere the image of Judy came back into my mind. I pictured her in the show, taking the place of the female character. I imagined myself as the man. Soon enough, I was ready to go. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and aimed the monster cock at the tub. I started to massage it with both hands. Then, I got some hand lotion involved, slathering it all over the ogre organ. That sped things up. Soon, I felt the peak approaching. I pictured myself penetrating Judy, making her moan, making her beg for more.

I came.

The orgasm hit me in spurts of pleasure. The first one barely produced anything from the tip. Then, it started ticking again and again, blasting out ropes of pearly cum into the tub each time. And, with every spurt, I felt pure ecstasy shoot through me, like waves of brilliant light. My body contorted, toes curling, legs twisting. I could only imagine the face I was making as I gasped and mumbled moans. It was so violently sudden and so much more focused than any other orgasm I had experienced before. By the time the spurting had stopped, I was spent, totally exhausted. The cock drooped down to rest on the edge of the tub as the last remnants of cum leaked out from the slowly deflating tip.

“Wow,” I said, as I regained my breath. It wasn’t so much an exclamation as a statement. That was a real “wow” experience.

As I regained my composure, I started to wonder when my payment was coming. He had better not stiff me. (The puns, they’re too hard to avoid.)

Sure enough, the cock softened and shrank and kept right on shrinking, draining out the remaining cum. Soon it was down to human size. Then, it shrank away altogether, and I felt my organs rearrange back into their regular female form. Still, I saw no money. Maybe it would appear in my bank account, magical-wire-fraud-style. Maybe I would wake up the next morning with a coin beneath my pillow, like the tooth fairy.

The cock was gone, so I was willing to wait and see, for a little while at least. In the meantime, I had a mess to clean up.

I don’t want to get into too many specifics. I will say that it took some work to avoid clogging my drain with musky ogre semen. Obviously, I couldn’t just rinse it away. I needed to scoop it all up using various tools and dump it into a bucket lined with a trash bag.

Halfway through the clean up, I noticed something yellow and shiny in the muck, like a small stone. I fished it out and wiped it off, and nearly dropped it when I saw it was shining lump of gold in the shape of a small egg. It was only half the length of a regular egg, but the proportions were the same. The weight of it indicated that it was solid metal all the way through.

“Holy shit!” I said. “That’s a lot of gold.”

I set it aside on a tissue by the door, someplace where it would be safe. Then, I finished the clean up. In the end, I moved about a gallon of ogre semen. Once I had cleaned up the remaining residue, I got online to check the price of gold.

***

Later that day, I stood waiting in a shop that had a big sign out front that announced, “We buy gold! Jewelry! Ingots! Coins!”

The man behind the counter was weighing the egg I had laid, or, more accurately, spurted out.

“One ounce,” he said. He typed some numbers into a calculator and checked information on a monitor. “Based on the volume and weight, this would be pure 24 karats, which would be worth a good deal.”

“How much?” I asked.

“I’m willing to buy it from you for fifteen hundred.”

I knew that was a bit lower than the current trading price, but he wasn’t asking questions or getting suspicious just yet. Still, I needed to haggle a little, just to make sure that I didn’t seem too eager to get rid of it.

“Sixteen hundred” was my counter offer.

“I can do fifteen fifty, but that’s it,” he said.

“Deal,” I said.

“Check or cash?” he asked.

Realizing that this transaction would be hard to explain to the IRS, I said, “Cash. Twenties if you can.”

He opened the register and counted out 75 $20 bills, stacking a final $50 bill on top.

I picked up the stack, worrying about where I would hide it as I went home and where I would stash it when I got there.

“Do you mind if I ask where you got it?” he said as he put the egg away in a safe. “I’ve never seen one quite like it.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I own a goose?”

He smirked. “Not likely,” he said. “For one thing, goose eggs are enormous, about the size of an avocado.”

“You don’t say,” I said, feeling thankful that the wizard had not cursed me to lay eggs that size. Besides the discomfort they would cause, that would be more gold that I would want to have to deal with. Even the cash I was holding was making me nervous to the point of paranoia. “It was a gift,” I said. “A friend gave it to me.”

“That’s a good friend,” the man said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Sometimes.”

***

I stashed most of the cash under my mattress and went shopping for a new wardrobe with what remained. New underwear, new shirts, new pants and skirts. I splurged a bit on some nice dresses and even some new shoes that I didn’t really need. Later that day, I staggered back into my apartment and set down the huge bags I had lugged home.

I played dress up for a while, taking time to admire how good I looked in my new clothes.

This isn’t so bad, I thought. I mean, it could be a lot worse.

That night as I lay in bed, I wanted to test if what he had told me was true. I got out my little vibrating friend and gave myself another go, female style this time.

I came and felt something slide out from within me emerging from my crotch and plopping onto the sheets between my legs. It was another gold egg, identical to the last one. I picked it up as I calmed down, and marveled at how I had just laid my whole rent for this month and then some.

I smiled. “Thank you!” I said.

***

Things were pretty good for a few days. I kept going to work, even though I didn’t really need to do it now. Still, I wanted to keep on good terms with Mr. Silvestro as he was my landlord in addition to being my boss, and I didn’t feel like moving. On top of that, I knew that it would be much easier to deal with taxes and other financial stuff if I still had a normal job. I would need to figure out a better solution to my egg money problem that didn’t involve stuffing cash under my mattress.

I did get the promotion, although I was much less concerned about making extra money now. Still, being a manager was much easier work than waiting tables. I was happy to take the new job. Judy was passive aggressively supportive, but I wasn’t worried about her anymore. I was her supervisor now, after all.

Then, the wizard decided my ass needed to be bigger. My hips and butt cheeks expanded to nearly double their size while I was riding home on the bus one day. They ripped my poor new pants apart, leaving me with an epic thong-like wedgie from my stretched out underwear.

I waddled up the stairs to my apartment and sidled inside. I knew I would need to do some more clothes shopping the next day. My new wardrobe was already obsolete, and I hadn’t even had a chance to wear most of my new clothes. It was a hassle, but I could handle it. Maybe from now on, I’ll buy clothes in a variety of sizes, just to prepare for any eventualities. I can afford it. There is egg money to be made anytime I need it. It’s hard to complain when there’s not much to worry about besides being embarrassed.

***

So, that’s where things stand. We’ve reached a stalemate. The wizard does what he wants with my body, putting me into embarrassing situations, making me struggle, and I just do my best to roll with it. Then, I go shopping. I wish I could say that I was getting used to this new life, but it’s still difficult some days. I live in interesting times, as the old curse goes. I would love to go back to the way things were before I put on the ring, but I doubt that’s going to happen anytime soon.

I plan on posting this story online in various places. I want to hear back from you now that you’ve read my story. Please, post replies to this story. Give me some suggestions about what I can do about the wizard. Maybe you have an idea for a way to get the ring off. I’ll be checking back to see what you write.

However, please don’t give the wizard any ideas of things to do to me. He might just be reading along when I do.

Right now, I think he’s in his sleep mode as he hasn’t tried to stop me from writing this.

Wait a second. I’m feeling something happening. He might be waking up.

OK. My ears are growing longer and taller. They’re getting furry. Now, something’s happening above my ass.

I’m growing a long tail. Grey fur. Fluffy end. I think he’s turning me into a donkey.

I’d better post this quickly while I still have fingers.

Thanks for reading!

Mo

I write mature transformation fiction: fantasy and sci-fi stories where characters change ages, sizes, genders, etc. For more info, email me at lostandwhatever@gmail.com

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