Never Going to Stop

There was no question in my mind, I loved my wife. She was sweet and loving, but after twenty years of marriage even I had to admit she wasn't exactly a bombshell.  

She was short, middle-aged, and kind of dumpy. Probably a good match for me with my dad bod and thinning hair if I'm being honest. Still, sometimes, every now and then, I'd have fantasies about the kind of girl I might have had if everything had been different. But that's all they were fantasies until I found the book. 

It was tucked in the back of a closet, dusty and leather bound like a good spell book should be. Although, god only knows how it got there. Of course, I didn't know it was a spellbook until after I'd cast my first spell and then... well I had other things on my mind.

All I knew at first was that I was leafing through the cracked and yellowed pages of the book trying to make sense of the strange spidery script. I'd managed to focus on the chapter heading on one page. I thought it said something like Spell of Control, then woosh! Everything changed.

I was suddenly standing facing the mirror in our walk-in wardrobe and my wife's reflection was staring back at me.

I was a woman! I realised as I watched the female figure in the glass stagger back the shock and confusion plain on her face. More than that I was Kathy, my own wife. I was inside the body I'd been waking up next to all these years controlling it as if I had been born this way.

I'm embarrassed to say I didn't give much thought to what might have happened to the real Kathy. Finding a renewed appreciation for my beloved's body now I was seeing her from the other side as it were, I went straight to feeling up her big tits and fat ass.

"Oh damn that feels nice," I told my reflection in her voice "shame she didn't pick something sexier to wear today..."

I gasped as the high-waisted jeans and floral blouse I'd been wearing billowed and flowed together reforming into a tight revealing mini-dress. 

"What the fuck? Did I do that?" I tugged at the slutty dress as its seams strained to contain my ample figure. "I magiced up a whole new outfit? How is that possible? How is any of this possible?"

I wheezed, short on breath after the rapid-fire string of rhetorical questions. The too-small dress was threatening to squeeze the life out of me and digging painfully into some recently acquired tender spots.

 "Uhg, why does it have to be so uncomfortable?" I grumbled "I should have wished for an outfit that fits instead... Oof!"

I grunted as a dramatic transformation swept over my body. My soft curves melted away as I lost more than half her body weight in seconds until the dress hung loosely off my bony frame.

"Ugh, no too much." I grimaced at the sight of ribs clearly visible under the skin of my suddenly flat chest.

As soon as I thought about it Kathy's body changed again. Her, (my? The distinction was becoming blurry in my mind) womanly curves blossomed once more until I had the kind of hourglass figure a stripper would envy.

Of course, understanding dawned on me at last, the spell in the book. It was real, real magic! It had said spell of control and that's what it had given me. Not only was I possessing Kathy I could change her too, remake her body however I wanted. 

I could almost hear the magic whispering in the back of my mind. Telling me what it could do. Urging me to use it. I suddenly knew I could change Kathy in almost any way imaginable and that when I was ready to leave any changes I'd made would remain in place.

It was reassuring to know I wasn't going to be stuck like this. I could give her body back anytime and I fully intended to do so but first I might as well have a little fun...

I concentrated and her breast ballooned into huge pornstar tits big enough to spill out of the top and block my view of her lower body. Her ass soon expanded to match her chest forcing up the hem of the skirt to display an enticing expanse of well-rounded ass. I grew her short brown hair out until it tumbled over her shoulders to her waist. On a whim, I shifted the colour from dull brown to platinum blonde. Then a firey red, unearthly blue and, green before settling on a glossy raven black.

I admired my sexy handiwork while willing my lips to swell into a fat pair of cocksucking pillows. 

"Perfect," I purred to myself in a soft sultry voice "I can't wait for daddy to see this. His big thick cock is going to get so hard. Ooh he's going to feel so good in all my needy holes. Oh, God...!"

I trailed off as I realised what I was saying. I was talking like I was really Kathy, or rather a much sluttier version of her. I tried to push back against the perverted thoughts filling my mind. I didn't want to be the one getting fucked. I was a man, I did the fucking! But my hungry milf pussy ached with undeniable need. 

I tried to focus my mind, and will myself back to my proper body but It was no good. Sinful desire corrupted everything. I'd remade this body thinking only of using it for pleasure and now that was all it would let me think about.

"Mmm," I moaned my resistance crumbling as slender fingers probed the heat between my legs "Sorry Daddy looks like you'll have to sit this one out but don't worry but I'm sure I can find plenty of yummy playmates for us."

With this body, I knew I could have anyone I want. My friends, my colleagues, their studdly sons and the entire college football team, I could have them all. Suck them, fuck them, ride them. They'd fill me with their hot dripping desire and when they had no more to give I'd move on to the next yummy cock.

"Oooh, I'm never going to stop!"