"That is all you want? Done. The spell is cast," the Leprechaun declared. "Now release me." Being captured by Shon Richards was bad enough but to be shackled with thumb cuffs and threatened by such a novice... But granting a wish and getting revenge with the same spell is going to be oh, so sweet! Yes, spell is cast.

"You won't renege?"

"You insult me!" the Leprechaun cried. "I demand my freedom. Your wish is granted, not just for you but for everyone on the train." The repulsive little creature and I boarded the train. "Hey, what's going on?"

"You wished for a change in viewpoint. It is now omnipotent."

Dozens, maybe hundreds of people wearing astonished expressions and little else milled around in the rail car. I wasn't with them. I was floating above.

"You wanted a new viewpoint. Well, 'tis here. Now free me or be cursed for eternity."

"This isn't that new, just a bunch of naked people."

"Not true. The spell affects all. Look closely. From an omnipotent viewpoint, you can even peer into minds if you so desire."

"Leering at the bodies below is certainly entertaining. I've never seen a group of women with such large bosoms or so many men with such substantial equipment."

The Leprechaun snickered. "The viewpoint of each is perhaps opposite of the usual. Do you see the handsome Latin lad in the middle?"

"Yes."

"Maria Gonzales now sees from a new viewpoint," the Leprechaun laughed hysterically.

"Maria? He's Maria?"

"For a time," the little creature grinned.

"Who else is here? Hey. I'm not into pedo. What are those little girls doing here?"

"Ah, but little girls only while the spell lasts. The perky blonde with breast buds is Admiral Cartwright, the wee one in the mid' with the large chest is Andrew Roller, and the other is Frank. For a bit, they experience life from a new viewpoint."

"I see. The man with the blue balls? Janey, right?"

"Such a tease," the little green man giggled. "She now feels how a man's groin can ache for the first time from the first person viewpoint."

"But they're not doing anything."

"A bit of patience, please. They are surely confused. The spell gives each the instincts of their new physical form but the old mind remains with its memories and character. Imagine three dirty old men transformed into pubescent young girls, eh? Randy little things, they are, from their former selves, but still shy and uncertain. Take our romantic, Bronwen, for example."

"Unmistakable," I laughed. "Distinguished and unflappable even in a new and nude body."

"And the only woman I see with a normal size pecker."

"Do they realize what's going on?" I asked.

"Hard to tell," the Leprechaun answered. "I only cast the spell giving each a new point of view."

"I see. So they may not continue to act in character. They may think that they are dreaming and let their imaginations go."

"I suppose that is why Maria just pinched Greybeard's ass," came the answer along with hearty laughing from the little pervert.

"That's Greybeard?"

"Quite attractive, isn't she?"

"I'll say."

"Oh, dear. I hadn't anticipated that."

The little man's eyes were huge. I followed his stare and saw the three girls petting a big dog. "Staysa T. Canine, right?"

"With dog instincts."

"How will her human conscience work in a dog brain?"

"I do not know. I had not anticipated this." The Leprechaun looked thoughtful. "Nor did I consider the effect on those whose preferences are for the same sex. Oh, my goodness, look!"

Bronwen stopped spanking Frank, pushing him away to grab Admiral Cartwright's hair and pull his girl body from Staysa. Staysa wasted no time in mounting Frank and pistoning rapidly into his little girl puss. Poor Bronwen rushed to rescue Frank but didn't make it. Several of the male authors in female bodies caught and embraced her, fighting for the privilege of sucking her cock.

Maria strutted forward, proudly displaying her cock. The men in their female bodies cowered away from her awesome display. Miss Behavin captured Michael and slid her substantial cock into his pussy from behind, causing both to moan in pleasure. Pami and Allison kissed Mat until he was whimpering with need and begged one of them to fuck his pussy. Allison told him to do the work and laid back while he lowered his pussy over her engorged cock. Pami couldn't wait and began working her cock up his rear passage.

I watched the full effect of the Leprechaun's spell begin to take hold. Those who wrote of being humiliated were now humiliating others. Seducers were being seduced. Those who wrote of spanking were being spanked and those who wrote of being spanked were now doing the spanking. Authors who wrote from the perspective of the dominant were now cowering at the feet of writers whose viewpoint had been submissive. Those who wrote of raping were being raped. Teasers were being teased. I wondered if Janey would survive. The color of her balls was darker and her gonads ached with lust as she was teased by gorgeous men with pendulous breasts and shaved pussies.

Massage oils and nipple clamps, chains and whips, vibrators and butt plugs, all the equipment of thousands of stories posted to the net appeared as needed. Watching body parts morph to different sizes and shapes was fascinating. Virago was subdued by a lithe Valkyrie, rendered defenseless as all her strength was sucked from her cock.

Authors who hadn't posted in years were caught up in the spell. Chrissy, one of my personal favorites though her posts are rare, was teasing a restrained female body with her long, rigid cock. The effects of the spell broadened to include lurkers who wrote stories but never posted them. They were drawn onto the train, their sex and experiences always different or even opposite from their usual perspective.

The orgy progressed, growing in size and expanding in activities. Some, it seems, always stay in character. Amid the butt floggers and gang rapes, Bronwen gently and sensuously caressed Unther's pussy and nipples while he cupped her balls and ran his thumb slowly up the bottom of her penis. And poor Janey was still being teased unmercifully, her scrotum swollen and almost black.

"How long will this last?" I asked the Leprechaun, now freed from the thumb cuffs without my intervention.

"Only 'til the next story is posted. That will break the spell."

"A lot could happen by then. What if this is the last story ever posted in response to Maria's little train project?"

"Then Maria will have to find trousers large enough to hold that cock of hers and Lord Shon may need maternity clothes by spring."

"What about me?" I asked. I have no body, not even a head, nothing but my sight to view the orgy taking place below. "I want to join in."

"Your wish is granted. You _ARE_ seeing from a new viewpoint."