I woke up alone and, raising my head from my paws, looked around at the other dogs, but Circe was not there. A flea bit my butt, and as I twisted around to bite it I saw bare skin! I was a man again! More than that, I was Ulysses again, for my cock had returned to its normal, respectable, but not gigantic size. It was also still a bit sore from our adventure as dogs. As I completed the inspection Circe called from the hut's door, "Everything there?" I assured her it was, and we came together and embraced. She had also returned to her original appearance: no more pregnant tummy or engorged breasts. She had put on her white dress on and, as I came to her, she handed me a sort of tunic or nightshirt to put on.
"That was incredible Circe," I gushed, "I could have never imagined what that would be like."
"I'm glad you liked it. It was very good for me too. But you must be hungry."
Circe had cooked a wonderful peasant meal, which I washed down with more of her exotic honeyed wines. After some small talk about our experiences, she grew quiet and said, "You will be leaving soon."
The idea hadn't even occurred to me, although I couldn't have said how long I had been with Circe. It could have been hours, or days. Or years? I wondered; we were definitely living out of time.
I protested that I had no thought of leaving, but she said, "A strega can tell that some things will come to pass, and I know that you will have to leave, but I don't know when. You want some of my magic, and so I must give it to you before you leave. That will be our business, then we can have fun! Come with me."
Circe led me to a shady grove by a spring, sat us down, and pulled out a pair of scissors. "Now you must cut off my hair, so that it's short like yours."
"Circe! Why?" I cried. "Your hair is so beautiful."
She stroked my face and said, "Don't worry. You must know by now that my magic can restore it, so cut it off."
I had to agree that growing hair was pretty easy compared to most of what I had seen her do so far. So I began chopping it off, and watched sadly as the long red tresses slid down her back to the grass. Although I butchered her hair, she looked no less feminine when I was done.
Circe stood and pulled me to my feet. "Take off your clothes."
As I pulled the tunic off over my head, she unclasped her dress and stepped out of it. She folded it neatly and I did likewise. Next she stood facing me and cupped her left breast in her hand. "Now you will drink from this one," she said.
I didn't know what this was about, but I gladly complied. Her left breast still looked distinctly fuller than the other, and as I took it in my hands it felt quite firm. My massaging hands brought milk from its protruding nipple. The milk came easily to my sucking and, strangely, had a different taste to that from the other. It almost seemed intoxicating, and as I continued to drink, I experienced a tingling and occasional chills. Obviously, this whole procedure had given me an erection, but while I nursed at Circe's breast, she gently massaged my penis, an action which had the unusual effect of softening it.
"That's enough," she said, and backed away from me. Indeed, I saw that both her breasts were now rather modest mounds on her chest, like a young girl's. But there was something odd about Circe's appearance that I couldn't identify. She had begun to play with herself, and I noticed with surprise that her clitoris and lips had swollen remarkably. In fact, her clit had grown so much that it was starting to poke through her pubic hair.
I absentmindedly reached down to my penis and suffered a severe shock. I looked down and saw that it had shrunk to a limp little finger. This was not the sort of transformation I was looking for! Circe was laughing and I looked at her angrily as I held my tiny tool. "Don't worry," she soothed, "you will get it back. Trust me." I didn't have much choice.
"Watch the transformation," she added enthusiastically, "I never tire of it!"
So I stared in disbelief at my shrinking penis. My testicles were also shrinking, and pulling up inside me. Soon all I could feel was the loose flesh of the scrotum, and even that had shrunk. My penis by now was a soft button, which nevertheless felt very good to touch.
Suddenly I realized I had been leaning further forward to watch my shrinking penis, and the reason was that mounds were swelling on my chest. I grabbed them and felt breasts! I now realized what was going on, and stared at Circe. "Yes," she said, "you are becoming a woman." Nor was I surprised by her lowered voice, for I saw that her breasts had disappeared and her chest was now covered by a mat of reddish hair.
"Come look," she said, as she sat down and spread her legs. I bent over her and peered at her crotch. Her clitoris was over an inch and a half long and had a hole in the end; it was already a tiny penis! Her lips had merged and loosened to become a small, empty scrotum. I looked back at my own and saw that the hole in my now tiny penis had moved to a place between it and the two halves of my empty scrotum. I ran my hand over my hips -- definitely wider -- and over skin that had not felt so hairless since I was a child. Then I caressed my swelling breasts, which were already beginning to sag against my chest. My nipples became erect as I rubbed my fingers over them, and I closed my eyes as I fondled them.
"Nice, huh?" I heard Circe chuckle in bass voice.
"Very!" I answered in a shocking soprano.
I saw that Circe was stroking his penis, which had grown to an erect three inches. I could also see that testicles had filled his scrotum. My scrotum had opened into a set of lips into which had disappeared the clitoris that my penis had become. Tentatively, I inserted a finger between my lips, and found quite a large opening. "Am I a... a... virgin?" I asked.
"Yes, you are," Circe laughed again. "And I will be a virgin when I transform back -- an unavoidable side-effect. But don't worry, I'll be gentle."
I looked at Circe with a sudden realization, but then smiled at him. Of course!
"Look, these names won't do," he said suddenly. "Why don't I call you Ulyssa and you call me Circes. How's that?"
"Whatever you say, Circes," I muttered, still dumb-struck.
I was also preoccupied with my finger. Circes was also busy, since he now had a six inch erection to tend. I also noticed that he had a thickening beard. I felt for my own five-o'clock shadow, but found only smooth skin. At the back of my neck I discovered a mass of hair, which proved to be the beginning of long, brown tresses that descended to my waist.
I heard a sound; it was Circes getting up and coming my way. He now had an eight inch erection that stuck straight out and a little upward. But the look in his eyes! I was suddenly frightened, and held my hand over my newly acquired pussy. I grabbed for my tunic and held it over my naked breasts.
"Don't be frightened, Ulyssa. I know this takes some getting used to. I won't penetrate you now, but I do want you in my arms."
And I wanted him in my arms! Even though I have never had any homosexual feelings, now I felt an irresistible attraction for this man. I dropped the tunic and we embraced passionately. I felt with excitement my breasts pressed against his hairy chest, and with some apprehension his hard cock against my thigh. Soon he was fondling my breasts and sucking them vigorously, while I stroked his hard cock. I suppose we both knew the right things to do. Soon I was in the soft grass with my legs spread, and he was eating my pussy. He drove me to levels of excitement like I've never experienced, and kept returning me to them. I twisted around to get to his penis, which I suddenly wanted in my mouth. I took it back into my throat and sucked and licked while I stroked it. At the same time I dangled my breasts against his hairy tummy, which was a thrill for us both. Soon Circes began to groan and tremble, and I felt his penis begin to swell and pulse. As I milked faster, he suddenly cried out, and I felt hot, thick semen filling my mouth. I swallowed and sucked until I had milked him dry.
Circes released me and fell back moaning on the grass. I still wanted more. In fact now I wanted him in me, but his penis had become soft very quickly. I licked all the semen off it with the hope that I could make it hard again, but no luck. I played with his balls too, but he didn't seem to notice, and began to fall asleep. "Damn it, I'm not done!" I thought. I was still very excited, and knew I could get to the top of an orgasm again. In frustration, I began fingering myself while I fondled my breast. Then I Lay on top of his body and ground my clitoris against his knee while squeezing both my breasts. That wound my orgasm up again, and as it reached its peak I stretched out along Circes' body, squirming against him, mashing my pussy on his kneecap. After my orgasm subsided, I rolled off of him, feeling the cool sweat on my breasts and tummy, and the cool nectar on my pussy. Then I slept too.
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