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From: Jack C Lipton <liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Witch [2/?] (rom, MF, FF, TG, preg)
Date: Fri,  8 Nov 2002 12:10:04 -0500
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Witch
Part: 2 of ?
Universe: n/a
Summary: a pricetag of love with a witch
Keywords: rom, MF, FF, TG, preg
Revision: $Revision: 1.1 $


- I'm popping this from the FISH queue to the FIFO queue.
- It's meant to be amusing and (actually) came about from
- the comment of a serious romantic that there's always a
- price to pay for romance.  I don't think I'd like to pay
- this kind of price but it struck me...


			    Witch

			   Chap  2

			Jack C Lipton


In the morning I woke up, looked around, felt odd,
touched myself and started screaming- and soon had
the whole household in the Denise's bedroom.  I had
breasts and no dick.  What had happened to me?

My tits were being cupped and the hands holding them
looked familiar.  Were those *my* hands?  I could see
clearly-  and I wasn't wearing glasses!

Yes, looking over my shoulder was my face with morning
stubble.  "Yes, Dennis, I'm Denise.  I love you..."
which made me feel even warmer inside, while the
attention on what were now *my* breasts felt good and
the kisses on my shoulders were relaxing as I was gently
penetrated.  Unlike an anal exam, this felt good, though
odd to me...

Stubble was like sandpaper on my back, but I was being
distracted from the scratchiness by the activity down
south.

Denise's mom Joan sat watching us.  She didn't seem too
surprised but looked at the "new me" in the eye and tried
to look reassuring.  She leaned back in the desk chair,
giving her a ringside seat to watch this activity as
Denise, driving my original body, ran my former dick in
and out of my current body.

Joan looked me in the eye again, and started to talk
to me: "Dennis, now that you've done so well what Denise
needed to be active, you are bound together very closely.
She- and I, and the twins, are witches.  We have minimal
power until our first pregnancy.  To lose virginity and
conceive at the same time is pretty special.  We have
our best connection to our powers when we're pregnant- 
but we can't carry the child.  Denise is making love to
you now to ensure that you both stay bonded.  This shift,
though, is why you had to stay here over night.  You need
to be surrounded by people who love you when you go
through this transition the first time.  I remember my
husband first going through this it scared him- and me,
too- and I'd been taught how to deal with it.  He wasn't
prepared, but he loved me enough..." with a wistful smile.

Joan took my face in her hands and kissed me gently,
then had the twins take turns kissing me.  I was certainly
getting into this.  It seemed so easy...

Joan was back kissing me when I reached my first climax
as a woman.  After that, I wasn't sure I wanted to be a
man again.  Especially when it happened a few more times.

I'd read that many women don't easily orgasm, and require
a lot of time and attention and a very small minority of
women are seriously multi-orgasmic.   I was now inhabiting
a body for which the "foreplay, foreplay, foreplay" rule
was unnecessary, the kind of woman that all men wished
they had.  I could not help but enjoy this repeated
experience.

Joan continued her kissing through my orgasms until
Denise, wearing my body, deposited another load into her
real body.  I know this makes no sense, but I'd swear
this body was wired to climax upon insemination, and this
orgasm smoked all the previous ones.  I was as limp as
a rag doll after all the spasming from end-to-end.

I was being cuddled by Denise and I heard my voice tell me
that this felt so wonderful but that the orgasms were
disappointing.  The cuddling felt just as wonderful now
as it did when I was "all" man.

Denise's twin sisters started kissing me again, taking
turns, which confused me but got me excited.

Joan decided to explain;  "As a normal man, you can't
access the power we have-  but you are an accumulator for
the power which we can tap.  For the next year and few months
you'll be a battery building up power Denise can access,
both now and when you both switch back.  You'll stay a woman
until the baby is weaned.  Your male body, which Denise is
driving right now, is quite sterile until _you_ are driving
it again.  At that point I'd like you to consider
jump-starting one of the twins or even me.  I'm pretty sure
that Denise will allow you to do this for us-  But enough
of the future.  How are you really doing?"

I had to think a bit.  I was still penetrated, which,
despite being understandable, I was not yet fully
comfortable (in the philosophical sense) with.  I had to
admit to myself that I could get used to this body.

"I'd known for some time that she was more woman than I
could ever deserve, but I couldn't turn away from her.
Denise, despite the huge gap between us in appearance and
manners, treated me so well that I was able to fantasize
her willingness to marry me, despite her youth.  On that
rocky beach she made me a man ... uh, maybe ... well,
anyway, I loved her before we did anything to consummate
the relationship.  Now I've got her where I want her, does
she still feel the same for me?  You've told me that I'm
carrying a child right now.  I'd like to avoid being an
unwed mother, so, Denise, given your current gender, will
you ask?"

"Dennis, will you marry me?"

"Yes!  Is that decisive enough?"  I'd felt a strange
thrill run through me hearing the question.

Joan smiled at us.  So did the twins.

I spoke again, "With that decided, folks, Denise, take
my advice, get up and take a piss.  I'd be a while doing
it.  I'll let you go first because it'll be pretty quick
for you.  OK?"

With that, I got another squeeze and then Denise climbed
out of the bed and headed for the nearest toilet.  One
of the twins (Bobbi or Billie) handed me a small towel
and helped me put where it'd soak up the worst of the
mess.

I turned to face Joan just as we heard a sigh of relief
from Denise;  Rolling my eyes, I asked "I'm not sure what
Denise's schedule was like, but I'm supposed to go to work
on Monday morning-  tomorrow.  I", waving a hand at myself,
"don't think I can go to my regular job looking like this
and, while I could give Denise the necessary logins and
passwords, to be me, I'm not sure that Denise has all the
necessary skills to carry my workload.  So what are we
supposed to do for this?"

Joan realized quickly where I was going with this and
started smiling long before I got to the punch line.  All
I could do was add...  "There's a trick to this, right?"

She nodded as "I" walked back into the room, quite naked.
It's odd, but it hadn't hit me until then that none of the
others were any more dressed than either of "me" was, so
I suspected Denise wasn't programmed for much body modesty
and I was able to watch both of her sisters look over my
former home and lick their lips.  Even with the new flood
of hormones I couldn't see what they saw in that body.  I
guessed I was still too much of a man inside this young
woman's body.

"Dennis, Dennie, I guess you can go by, it's a good thing
your names are close.  The trick is that there's an
ability to provide a subconscious telepathic link between
the two of you;  It allows you to share skills and
experiences back and forth.  The price to this is a longer
sleep period-  almost 10 hours daily-  and a set minimum
of sexual contact activity.  It's not difficult and you'd
be surprised that you'll be better off since you'll
accumulate knowledge both ways..."

Denise was nodding to this and turned to me and smiled-
which hit my new body like a blowtorch, I got all hot in
my crotch again.  "What the..."  was all I could react
with.

Denise, with my face, smiled; "Now you know how I felt
every time you smiled at me and looked happy.  I didn't
stand a chance;  I just had to learn to hide the way my
body reacted."

I smiled back and I could see her/him respond with an
almost instant erection.  Now she knew how *I* had felt.

Joan jumped in again, with "Dennis, Denise has finished
her finals for the year, so there's just another week
before graduation.  So you'll be attending High School
again while Denise masquerades as you." 

I knew Denise was young but I hadn't pressed her about her
school, figuring that she was going to the local college.
She had been legal all along, having turned eighteen over
a month before we met, but I didn't realize how the timing
worked out.

"It's important, though, for you to fuck each other's
brains out at least twice a day, morning and night, to
keep your link active.  Denise will be working the spell
at the same time, so just having sex won't do it.  Since
you're a normal there's not much point to telling you
too many details but it works.  And now I think you'd
better run for the bathroom.  Bobbi, Billie, get Dennie
oriented on female anatomy and what he needs to know to
stay healthy.  I'll bring Denise in so they can shower
together."

I was hustled off, still naked, to the nearest bathroom
and found a wet seat, which I wiped dry before sitting
on it, muttering, "I've got teach her to aim better, won't
I?";  It was almost reflexive the way I started to pee,
and even the act of peeing felt so different.  The twins
were explaining about wiping even after taking a piss (I
was starting to realize some of the inconveniences of
this form) and then was encouraged to get into the large
shower stall, after one of the twins had already brought
the water up to temperature.

I climbed in under the water-  which felt nice on my skin;
It seemed that some of my senses were stronger than I
would've expected.  Both Bobbi and Billie climbed into the
stall with me and helped me wash my now long hair;  Their
hands also ran over my body (breasts, butt, and more) and
I could feel the semen running down my legs and mixing
with the water dripping down me.  With the attention from
"my twin sisters" a string of gentle climaxes were not
long in coming.  After the third one, I found both Joan
and Denise in this huge shower stall and was suddenly in
the embrace of my masculine body.

I'd only climaxed with a partner three times as a male
before waking up as a woman, and I had more orgasms in
the one slow session this morning than I'd had as a man
in the preceding 24 hours (even counting my masturbation
session before picking up Denise for the canoe trip) so
this was not going to be the best way to reinforce my
male identity.

I was having vaginal spasms-  very pleasurable ones, I
might add-  even before I was penetrated again.  I had
all three women holding me up as I was taken for another
ride;  I was about as limp as a wet rag when done, and
was placed on the seat in the shower and embraced by
Joan, who started to explain things "You inhabit an
exceptionally oversexed body now;  It takes so little
for you to cum and cum hard.  It's the same for me and
the girls.  We've tended toward both self-gratification
and contact with each other in the house- and you'll be
moving in with us, especially since you'll be married to
Denise."

I had to ask, "How can you be sure I'm pregnant?"

"Hon, your mind couldn't make the jump without it.  Some
time ago a war between the sexes- male versus female- was
fought; Both sides lost;  We were almost completely
extinct.  Few witches were left and it was decided that,
of the five still able to bear children, a new life cycle
was needed to avoid any future war.  This gender-switching
was the outcome, and it's worked, and worked well.  Since
no males survived the war, there was no way to strengthen
any blood-line's ability to manipulate things through magic
so it works this way.  I think your daughters will be
adorable, Hon, and, oooooooooooh"

I hadn't noticed Denise kneeling behind her mother and was
suddenly quite aware that Joan was getting a feel of her
daughter's new equipment.  I was still man enough to wish it
was me stroking in to her.  Denise's smile at me over her
mother's back felt like a ray of sunlight.

Joan was grunting and groaning and cumming over and over
again; In less than two minutes she peaked and went limp
in my arms.  I slid off the seat onto the floor of the
shower stall to hold her as Denise rinsed off her new tool.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm-  Den, dear, it's been so long.  Thank you
for joining our family.  I hope you realize that you'll
need to do that for me when you're a man again.  Promise
me you will?"

I held her tight and felt so close to her.  "Of course,
Dear Joan.  I'll take care of you."

She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to me in the shower
stream and hummed happily.  Bobbi and Billie came to her and
helped wash out her crotch and made sure to rinse me out too. 
After a couple more gentle spasms, we finally got off the
floor of the shower and stepped out to dry ourselves.  Denise
had already stepped out and was almost finished drying
her(him)self.  The twins were still in the shower servicing
each other by hand as we stepped out and went downstairs.

"Clothes?" I asked.  Denise answered before Joan could:
"We're usually nude unless we have guests."

Joan added "Yes, and I'm looking forward to watching Denise
in your one-button suit.  Thanks for the attention sweetie."

Denise nodded and even blushed.

"Well, if I'm moving in with you guys, Denise and I need to
go to my apartment to start moving my clothes and stuff
over.  We really should do some of this today so that Denise
can dress for work tomorrow."

Joan agreed adding, "Let's have a nice breakfast first.  I'll
start the batter, Denise, Dennie, work on the sausage."

With that decided, we worked together on breakfast-  And I
learned of their foresight in having several aprons in the
kitchen that kept us from getting hurt by any of the grease
spatters from the griddle.

All five of us sat at the table for breakfast, a comfortable
family gathering.  Since we'd cooked the twins got to clean
up the dishes as Denise and I prepped for the trip to my old
apartment.  My clothes from yesterday had apparently been
washed so I helped Denise get used to the way it went
together.  Getting me dressed was more of a project-  I
wasn't ready to wear a dress or skirt, so I ended up in
jeans and a golf shirt.  The panties weren't all that odd
for me and I wasn't too freaked out by the brassiere I was
given to wear, though I did end up asking Denise for help. 
I wasn't reassured when she told me I'd be practicing
getting in and out of it on my own later on.

At the apartment we loaded up most of my clothes and shoes;
I even shut down my stack of computers so we could load them
up as well.  I was going to need to turn off power and move
my phone to Joan's house, along with upgrading their cable
service to include network connectivity.  

I discovered another downside to my new "home";  I couldn't
easily lift things I never before thought twice about, like
my laser printer.  Denise got to be the heavy lifter as we
took my network apart (which I was able to reach under the
desk more easily now, unlike how it worked in my old form). 
You lose some and you win some.  It was really nice that I
didn't need my glasses, either.

With all of the "critical" stuff collected, we left for
Joan's.  I'd grabbed my bills so that I could work out the
utility changes.  I also remembered my fridge and we
cleaned it out.  Fortunately nothing at the back of the
shelves had yet evolved language skills so we didn't need
to negotiate with anything while cleaning it out.  We
finally unplugged it and propped the doors open.

A quick run to the trash compactor and we headed to my new
home.  I was able to settle into Denise's room and started
setting up one of my computers (a notebook) on the desk (I
was surprised to note the absence of computers within
Joan's household;  I found out later the reason was purely
financial) and pulled out my spool of Cat5 cable and got
Joan to allocate some space in the hall closet for my
switch.  I spent Sunday afternoon and evening with a drill
and fish running cable through the attic to each bedroom
and the living room and terminating the connectors at the
wall, surprising myself in the process:  I was far more
flexible and my smaller hands made this work so much
easier.  Denise was busy going through my clothes learning
what looked right with what and tried to stay out of her
way.  I didn't have the heart to tell her that I preferred
clashing colors at work.

By the time the wires were in and I'd finished testing
them, I was covered with a fair amount of dust from the
drywall.  Joan told Bobbi to drag me into the shower and
wash up.

This morning's activity with the twins had been seductively
slow; Bobbi started more aggressively, realizing that I
knew more of what to expect, and I reciprocated;  We
fucked each other's brains out by hand, then dried each
other.  When we left we watched Billie lead Denise into
the bathroom and later heard them both moaning and Billie
scream out each of her orgasms while fucking for the first
time.  It sure looked like Billie wasn't going to wait for
me to switch back.

I smiled at Bobbi:  "I hope Billie left some for me, Denise
is supposed to be mine, right?"

She grinned at me "Yeah, though Mom and I will need to have
our turns during the week.  You guys need to work so you'll
need to have first dibs.  Shall we finish setting up the
systems?"

With that Bobbi and I got the server stack set up in the
extra bedroom (a really tiny room;  There was no bed in
there and I wasn't sure a bed could fit) and we started
to bring up the network in the house.

I'd set up one of my older PCs in the twins' room for them,
though there wouldn't be any access to the internet until
we could arrange it with the cable company.

It was coming up on 9PM and I was already dragging bad- 
and so was Denise.  We climbed into her bed and cuddled and
my plumbing really started running so I spread my legs and
got my brains fucked out again.  Just before the final
climax Denise whispered some words and this time I felt like
my brains HAD been fucked out.  We fell asleep quickly,
still connected, after Denise rolled me on top.  


			- End Chap 2 -


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