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“How goes the search?” Tiffany said between reps. Mike and Tiffany were at the gym working out together.

“I have a date tonight with a woman named Erin,” he said.

“Oo, do you have a pic?”

“My phone’s in my locker.”

“Oh, pooh. When we leave you better show me before I disappear.”

“Of course, dear. Wouldn’t want you upset.”

She playfully struck his arm. “You know what I mean.”

That evening, he was showering before his date. He lathered the monster that was his cock, a rarity of immense length and girth. After relieving a bit of pent up energy he finished washing up.

He arrived at the restaurant first and waited. Erin arrived a few moments later. They shook hands and chatted before being seated. He thought the date was going well.

“I was surprised when you clicked on my profile,” she said.

“You’re a beautiful woman. You must get plenty of clicks.”

“Not as many as I could. My profile says I’m bi and that puts off some people. And the folks it doesn’t put off are hoping I’ll be their third for a threesome.”

“I can’t believe your inbox isn’t flooded with suitable suitors.”

She laughed. “That was cute.”

“Well, you’re here now. And I’m not looking for a threesome. One partner is plenty of effort.”

“Right? Who has time to balance multiple relationships and the relationship of the other two with one another,” she said.

“I couldn’t imagine.”

They setup a second date before going their separate ways. The goodbye kiss was warm, inviting, and too short, he thought.

When he got home he had to rub one out again.

Tiffany was happy for him. “Finally, someone who might work out.”

“She’s against threesomes.”

“You don’t do threesomes. That’s not an issue.”

“Mostly.”

“Don’t fret it. Just continue to charm her.”

On their fourth date, they went to her place for a nightcap. They never did have the drink. As soon as the door to her apartment closed they were pulling one another’s clothes off while maintaining a French kiss throughout.

As clothes were randomly discarded, they pushed and pulled one another toward the bed. He pushed her onto the bed and bent down to pull his underwear off. When he stood up she gasped. “OMG, that thing is huge!”

“Is that a problem?” He said slipping into bed next to her.

“The only problem is that its still outside of me.” Her hand could barely wrap around it. Still, he appreciated the attention.

She leaned back and rubbed her slit with her other hand as they continued to kiss. His fingers and hers rubbed at her quickly lubricating slit. Their hands slowed down as the kiss deepened. “Ready?”

She nodded, “I hope so.”

His shaft slid in easily.

“Oh, that’s huge.”

“That’s only half of it.”

“Oh, god. Keep going.”

Smoothly and firmly he stroked his way deeper and deeper inside. He was fairly certain she was loving it by the time they were done.

“That was incredible,” she said, gasping for air.

“I could go again,” he said.

“Why did we stop?”

In the morning, he awoke before Erin did. He slipped out of bed to the bathroom to relieve himself. “You did good,” he said looking down as he voided. As he flushed, he heard Erin say, “You certainly did good. Shower?”

A playful but too quick shower followed and they went their separate ways. Mike stopped by Tiffany’s home on the way to work.

“She may be a keeper,” Tiffany said.

“I hope so.”

A couple weeks later, Mike and Erin were in a booth at a bar talking quietly when they were interrupted by Tiffany. “Mike, is this Erin?”

“Erin, meet Tiffany.”

“Is this the Tiffany? It’s nice to meet you.”

“I don’t want to interrupt, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

“No, please sit,” Erin said. “You two are childhood friends, right? You must have embarrassing stories to tell.”

“Oh, do I,” Tiffany said sliding into the booth next to Mike.

Mike rolled his eyes and Erin and Tiffany hit it off immediately. Over the next week, if he wasn’t with Erin, Tiffany was. For a while there, it almost felt like Tiffany was stealing his girl.

Mike and Erin were watching TV in his apartment when she reached into his pants. What she could not find was a surprise. “Mike?”

“I can explain.”

“Where’s your dick? I can’t believe I just said that.”

“It’s in there. It’s just not how you remember it.”

She looked into his pants and his dick was rather average. “How is this possible?”

“Magic.”

“You have a magic dick?”

“You said it, not me.”

“Not funny.”

“No, my dick is no more magical than the next dick.”

“It’s also not nearly as large as the next dick at the moment. Where’s the rest of it?”

“I know a spell that can augment body parts.”

“And you didn’t augment that bad boy today.”

“One of the necessary components of the spell was not readily available.”

Tiffany entered the room from the bathroom. “Things look tense, should I go?”

“Erin reached down my pants.”

“Mike!”

“Oh. Are you going to show her?”

“Yes, show me.”

“Are you sure?” Mike said.

“Yes,” Erin said.

Tiffany squealed and hopped on Mike’s lap.

“What are you doing?” Erin said.

“You want to be shown,” Tiffany said. She pulled her legs up close to her body and wrapped her arms around them. “Ready.”

“Here goes.” Mike cast the spell. As it completed, Tiffany started shrinking and contorting until she was shaped like a monster cock and attacked to Mike’s crotch. “There it is.”

“Does this mean Tiffany was… was your cock this whole time?”

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind the deception.”

“Can she hear us?”

“Mostly. She says it’s a bit muffled, more so when she’s zipped up in my pants.”

Erin’s hand stroked the cock. “Can she feel this? Can you?”

“We both find that extremely pleasurable.”

C’mon, just fuck her, Tiffany thought.

“So, when you said component before…”

“I meant I needed a person whom I could use to make my cock ginormous.”

“Is it only cocks you can do this to?”

“No, I could turn someone into big boobs or a big caboose or weirdly long arms. Almost anything.”

“What is your relationship with Tiff?”

“Complicated. She doesn’t want to date me. She wants to do this with my girlfriend.”

“I need time to process this,” Erin said. She got her things and left.

When she was restored, Tiffany said, “I hope that doesn’t mean starting over.”

“She sent me a text. She wants to meet me without you tomorrow.”

“Well, there’s some hope, I guess.”

Tomorrow could not arrive soon enough given how worried Mike was. When he entered Erin’s apartment, he had no idea what to expect. “She’s not in there, right?”

“Nope. It’s just me.”

She led Mike into her bedroom in silence. “Strip,” she said and she started disrobing. “I want to know what it’s like to be your cock.”

Mike didn’t say anything lest he jinx it. Naked, he sat down on her bed. She climbed on top of him and tried to mirror the pose Tiffany had had when she was turned into Mike’s cock. “I should sit like this?”

“That’s fine. Are you ready?” Mike said.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Erin found the day spent anticipating this moment had caused her to expect it to be far more exciting than it actually was. There was no real sensation as her body shrank and reshaped itself into a monster cock. Before her disappointment could settle in, she felt Mike’s hand rubbing her body-- his cock. It was like he had a two-foot wide hand and it was rubbing her all over at once. It was rather weird feeling her body become stiff and start to extend itself. Mike knew how to pleasure himself (her?) and quickly she lost all sense of time, all sense of self. She was a cock and she needed to cum. It started in her feet. She could feel pressure in her feet building and then she knew it was about to happen. With a resounding whooshing noise she felt a liquid rush up the length of her body and explode out of her mouth(?). There was another sense of squeezing in her feet and again the rush of liquid up her body happened. She felt invincible. She wanted this feeling never to end. She could not think afterward.

Mike said something she was too distracted to understand. The feeling of power and strength was gone. She felt limp, helpless, flaccid. She had seen guys become as limp as their dicks after sex. She was the limp dick this time.

Time passed and she didn’t realize she was human again. She just wanted to lay there.

“I forgot,” Mike said. “The first few times you do this it will wipe you out. Tiffany has done it so many times, she recovers immediately after. You’ll be fine within an hour. “How was it?”

Erin couldn’t even speak clearly, her speech was a slurred mumble and he hoped the grunt that followed was approval.

Mike called Tiffany and had her meet him at his apartment the following evening. She had a key. When he got home from work, Tiff was already there.

“Well? How’d it go?’

Mike answered by unzipping his pants and pulling out the enormous cock tucked away inside.

Tiff squealed and immediately grabbed hold of it. “I take it she enjoyed you jerking her off.”

“She hopes you pussy is tight.”

“Well, we shouldn’t disappoint her.”

Later, Tiffany and Mike were in bed. “Restore her.”

He cast the spell and his massive cock detached from his body and grew back into Erin.

“I forgot all about being a wet noodle after being the cock,” Tiffany said.

“Except for this feeling of weakness,” Erin mumbled. “Being in that pussy was even better than being fucked by that cock.”

“It’s close.”

“No, the feeling of cum running through my body and shooting out of me is mind blowing. Why don’t you spend all your time as his cock?”

“You just spent all day as my cock. Do you think Tiff doesn’t try doing the same?” Mike said.

Afterward, the girls were both human, recovering from too much sex. “Mike,” Erin said. “I know I told you I wasn’t into threesomes. But, how would you feel about a foursome?”

A day later, Mike fell back onto the bed, his monster cock slowly getting soft, Erin, currently his cock, was euphoric from having felt his cum rushing through her body. On the bed next to him was Francesca, her normally flat chest sporting a pair of volleyball sized breasts that were as covered in cum as was her face. Tiffany, the aforementioned breasts, was addled by all the shaking she had experienced during the tit-fuck that had just happened.

As she and Mike cuddled there, Francesca rubbed her hands on his cock. “I would not have believed this was my friend Erin if I hadn’t seen you do whatever you did to her.” Her hands then ran over the surface of her huge boobs. She shuddered as she rubbed her large areola. “Can I keep these?”

“Tiffany has to be let out occasionally. And I’m sure Erin will want to have a chance to be the tits.”

“Me too. You have to let me be the tits too.”

“I know the other two will be happy to swap out. Later.”

After a short silence, Francesca said, “I know Erin was hoping it would just be the four of us, but what if more than one of us had these tits. I know a guy…”