Prologue
I heard a story once about a man called Liam. I come across many stories in my line of work, but this one was one of my favorites. You see, Liam was different. And his story was about being different. What do I mean? Well, we often hear tales of transformation when we are young, The Princess and the Frog, Beauty and the Beast, and in all of these tales there emerges a handsome prince. But this is a tale with a twist. Where there is no villain, and no predictable roles for men and women. There is one thing it has in common with the tradition stories however; This is a tale of magic.
Mini-Chapter 1
Once upon a time there was a man called Liam, who lived in a wonderfully beautiful place called Canada. Now, Canada is an extraordinary place, with towering mountains, magical creatures, and crystal clear lakes. But Liam’s life was fairly ordinary. He woke up each day in the ordinary way, he got coffees, ate meals and worked at an ordinary workplace for ordinary pay. Now, it is important to understand that Liam was happy. Ordinary things can bring great contentment and happiness – ordinary does not mean bad. Ordinary simply means that his life had everything except that little bit of magic that would make it extraordinary.
The one thing that was extraordinary was the beautiful place in which he lived. There was magic there, and all he had to do was to reach out and touch it. But he lived in the city, and cities have a way of draining magic, out of the world and out of people.
In Liam’s ordinary job, he was granted four weeks paid holidays during which he usually saw friends and family who lived in and around the city. However this year was different. This year was extraordinary. A cold wind had started to blow down from the north, bringing with it a few shimmering pieces of magic dust that caught in Liam’s nose one evening when he was walking home from work. The smell was clean, crisp and invigorating and he felt that something about it was different. Sure, his city was windy from time to time, but something about the smell of this wind made him realise that it had come from far away – through mountains and tall city buildings –all the way to him. It made him feel special: chosen.
He felt suddenly inspired to travel, to travel north and find the place the wind had come from, to step out of his comfort zone and leave his city, to go on an adventure. Spurred on by an inexplicable sense of urgency, in a matter of hours Liam had booked a cottage-cabin fully decked out with fireplaces and hot spa bath, naturally, packed his bags and was setting his head down for his last night’s sleep in the city. He felt more excited than he had in a long time.
Mini-Chapter 2
The next day, Liam awoke and set out on his travels. Walking, taxi-ing, training then taxi-ing once more took him far, far north to a little village by a lake called Ego; a village that looked like it had leaped out of a Christmas postcard and come to life.
Liam, with his few bags of clothes, stepped carefully away from the curb and looked around him as the taxi that took him the final leg of his journey drove away. Houses and cottages lined the main street, standing nestled together in two neat rows, snow-laden like so many gingerbread houses.
Liam knew, from the printout of Expedia he clutched in his gloved hand, that his was the last cottage on the left. He began to make his way, bags and all, the 100 or so meters down the street when his attention was caught by a sign in the window of a combination shop and house.
“Fateful Faye's Bubble-bath and bath-salts – bath your way to bliss,” and beneath this, an “Open, please enter,” sign swung haphazardly from the door knob. Thinking longingly of climbing into his hired spa bath and washing away several hours of travel and cold, Liam put his hand on the door knob and turned.
Mini-Chapter 3
The shop’s interior was cluttered with baskets, tins, bowls and shelves fit to burst, full of bottles and dusty, sherbet-y looking orbs. The bottles were coloured; purple, green, pink and amber. They had names like “Pure Pulsing Perfection”, “Green with Envy”, “Rosy Cheeks” and “Golden Guilty Pleasure”. Liam gazed around in wonder for a few minutes, breathing in the heady mix of scents and waiting for a shop attendant to appear.
Finally, his eyes landed on a deep, murky blue bottle entitled “Stormy Seduction”. Before he realized what he was doing, his hand had grasped the neck of the bottle and he was walking to the overflowing, cluttered counter.
Just as he was fishing into his pocket for some change, a old woman appeared from behind a curtain at the back of the counter and Liam, still feeling a little overwhelmed by the smells wafting around the small, enclosed space, jumped.
“Hello, Traveler,” she said, eyeing him beadily. “Have you found what you seek?”
“Yes, thanks,” came Liam’s reply, a little disconcerted. “How much, please?” he said, gesturing to the bottle in his hand. “The first is free, from you to me, to see if you really like it. The second is some, for once you become, you won’t be able to fight it. The third you’ll find is best for your kind, as many before have found. But once you use three, a storm you will be, and forever you will be bound.”
Liam blinked at the old lady, wondering what on earth to say to this mysterious answer. Was this some kind of shop theater, like when you go to the mall at Christmas and there are elves everywhere to make you feel better about spending money on presents? Was this lady going for the whole ‘witch with the potions’ bend?
“Um, thanks,” Liam decided to get going before she started talking about eye of newt! He smiled at her sober face and lifted the bottle in a sign of gratitude then turned for the door. For the first time since he’d breathed in the air that brought him here, his new adventurous attitude was taking a bit of a hit. What was this place he’d come to?
Mini-Chapter 4
Bags unpacked, Liam was thoroughly enjoying his cozy cottage cabin, his momentary regret of the trip completely expired. The cabin had copious amounts of elegant dark wood furniture with thick carpets and furry, woolly blankets, a fire place in every room and an enormous spa bath positioned in an open plan bathroom just feet from a king sized four-poster bed. What could be better than this? he thought.
The tired ache that had been plaguing him after his long trip gave him another nudge and he decided it was time to give the spa its virgin run. Leaning over, he turned on the hot and cold taps in a perfect combination so that the water was piping hot without scalding him, then he withdrew the bubble bath bottle from his pocket and looked at the label once more.
“Stormy Seduction” he read again, the swirling typography giving the ‘S’s a serpentine appearance. Beside the ‘n’ Liam suddenly realized there was a small * indicating there was fine print to be read. He nearly dismissed it until the amusement of what the witch woman might write struck him and he turned the bottle over. He was not disappointed.
“Not to be used with any other Fateful Faye's Bath Products as may cause unpredictable results. Likely to give user unusual sensations and increased sensitivity; this is normal and a part of the product’s features and is no cause for alarm. Any and all acts committed during and after the use of this bath product will be the sole responsibility of the user. Must not use more than three bottles in a month otherwise changes to sensation will be permanent.”
Liam chuckled. What the hell was in this stuff?! This just sounded like a typical ‘cover-all-bases’ disclaimer that all products fall victim to. They just make a big fuss about nothing, just in case. He once read a fire extinguisher that had said “Flammable”. How ridiculous. He opened the bottle and poured the contents in to the steaming bathwater.
Turning away, he began to undress, taking off his ordinary travel clothes: very respectable slacks and a collared, button up shirt. Just because he was acting out of the ordinary didn’t mean he’d had time to change his wardrobe! Perhaps he’d buy some new things on this holiday, he thought.
Stripping down until he was completely naked, he turned back to the bath which was now almost full and gratefully stepped in to the warm water. The fumes rising from the surface began to thicken in his nostrils, making him feel a little woozy as they had done in the shop. He sat down into the spa quickly, grateful to sink down into the water and to escape the cold that was making his skin pimple and his balls clench. He felt instantly relaxed.
He reached over to the switches at the side of the tub and turned the jets onto their lowest setting. The water immediately sprung to life and gushed gently against his travel-weary skin. The sensation was pleasant and gently stimulating, and Liam laid back to rest his head at the end of the spa and close his eyes in enjoyment. The turbulence of the water created more steam than ever as hot water met cold air. In the distance, out on the street, Liam heard two men calling out to each other and laughing. Groggily he wondered who they were.
Mini-Chapter 5
What seemed like moments later, Liam woke. He wasn’t sure what had woken him but when he opened his eyes he found the room had filled with mist. The hot bath water had evaporated somewhat and dispersed itself around his bathroom-bedroom. Liam sat up and lifted himself out of the bath as the mist swirled around him in a dreamy drift. He stood on the bath mat and tried to gain his composure, feeling a little strange.
He stretched and felt every muscle in his body move and ripple in response. He looked down at his body and saw he had an enormous erection, glistening up at him with a few lingering suds and...was that...a droplet of pre-cum at its tip? Ha! He laughed to himself. He must have had a raunchy dream; that’s why he feels so sensitive!
Liam stepped over to the vanity and bathroom mirror and gave the latter a few wipes with his wet hand to clear the image. It was then that he got a shock. Somehow it had been unclear to him when he’d looked down, but now, in magnificent reflection, was a beautiful man. Him. Slim, raven-haired, muscular yet softened at the edges. It was him but yet not him as he remembered himself to be. He was a man and yet...he wiped the mirror again. His skin sparkled like diamond dust, his hair had grown long and wavy, and all his edges, so masculine and hard before, had softened into feminine curves.
He was not ordinary any more. He was beautiful.
And horny.
I heard a story once about a man called Liam. I come across many stories in my line of work, but this one was one of my favorites. You see, Liam was different. And his story was about being different. What do I mean? Well, we often hear tales of transformation when we are young, The Princess and the Frog, Beauty and the Beast, and in all of these tales there emerges a handsome prince. But this is a tale with a twist. Where there is no villain, and no predictable roles for men and women. There is one thing it has in common with the tradition stories however; This is a tale of magic.
Mini-Chapter 1
Once upon a time there was a man called Liam, who lived in a wonderfully beautiful place called Canada. Now, Canada is an extraordinary place, with towering mountains, magical creatures, and crystal clear lakes. But Liam’s life was fairly ordinary. He woke up each day in the ordinary way, he got coffees, ate meals and worked at an ordinary workplace for ordinary pay. Now, it is important to understand that Liam was happy. Ordinary things can bring great contentment and happiness – ordinary does not mean bad. Ordinary simply means that his life had everything except that little bit of magic that would make it extraordinary.
The one thing that was extraordinary was the beautiful place in which he lived. There was magic there, and all he had to do was to reach out and touch it. But he lived in the city, and cities have a way of draining magic, out of the world and out of people.
In Liam’s ordinary job, he was granted four weeks paid holidays during which he usually saw friends and family who lived in and around the city. However this year was different. This year was extraordinary. A cold wind had started to blow down from the north, bringing with it a few shimmering pieces of magic dust that caught in Liam’s nose one evening when he was walking home from work. The smell was clean, crisp and invigorating and he felt that something about it was different. Sure, his city was windy from time to time, but something about the smell of this wind made him realise that it had come from far away – through mountains and tall city buildings –all the way to him. It made him feel special: chosen.
He felt suddenly inspired to travel, to travel north and find the place the wind had come from, to step out of his comfort zone and leave his city, to go on an adventure. Spurred on by an inexplicable sense of urgency, in a matter of hours Liam had booked a cottage-cabin fully decked out with fireplaces and hot spa bath, naturally, packed his bags and was setting his head down for his last night’s sleep in the city. He felt more excited than he had in a long time.
Mini-Chapter 2
The next day, Liam awoke and set out on his travels. Walking, taxi-ing, training then taxi-ing once more took him far, far north to a little village by a lake called Ego; a village that looked like it had leaped out of a Christmas postcard and come to life.
Liam, with his few bags of clothes, stepped carefully away from the curb and looked around him as the taxi that took him the final leg of his journey drove away. Houses and cottages lined the main street, standing nestled together in two neat rows, snow-laden like so many gingerbread houses.
Liam knew, from the printout of Expedia he clutched in his gloved hand, that his was the last cottage on the left. He began to make his way, bags and all, the 100 or so meters down the street when his attention was caught by a sign in the window of a combination shop and house.
“Fateful Faye's Bubble-bath and bath-salts – bath your way to bliss,” and beneath this, an “Open, please enter,” sign swung haphazardly from the door knob. Thinking longingly of climbing into his hired spa bath and washing away several hours of travel and cold, Liam put his hand on the door knob and turned.
Mini-Chapter 3
The shop’s interior was cluttered with baskets, tins, bowls and shelves fit to burst, full of bottles and dusty, sherbet-y looking orbs. The bottles were coloured; purple, green, pink and amber. They had names like “Pure Pulsing Perfection”, “Green with Envy”, “Rosy Cheeks” and “Golden Guilty Pleasure”. Liam gazed around in wonder for a few minutes, breathing in the heady mix of scents and waiting for a shop attendant to appear.
Finally, his eyes landed on a deep, murky blue bottle entitled “Stormy Seduction”. Before he realized what he was doing, his hand had grasped the neck of the bottle and he was walking to the overflowing, cluttered counter.
Just as he was fishing into his pocket for some change, a old woman appeared from behind a curtain at the back of the counter and Liam, still feeling a little overwhelmed by the smells wafting around the small, enclosed space, jumped.
“Hello, Traveler,” she said, eyeing him beadily. “Have you found what you seek?”
“Yes, thanks,” came Liam’s reply, a little disconcerted. “How much, please?” he said, gesturing to the bottle in his hand. “The first is free, from you to me, to see if you really like it. The second is some, for once you become, you won’t be able to fight it. The third you’ll find is best for your kind, as many before have found. But once you use three, a storm you will be, and forever you will be bound.”
Liam blinked at the old lady, wondering what on earth to say to this mysterious answer. Was this some kind of shop theater, like when you go to the mall at Christmas and there are elves everywhere to make you feel better about spending money on presents? Was this lady going for the whole ‘witch with the potions’ bend?
“Um, thanks,” Liam decided to get going before she started talking about eye of newt! He smiled at her sober face and lifted the bottle in a sign of gratitude then turned for the door. For the first time since he’d breathed in the air that brought him here, his new adventurous attitude was taking a bit of a hit. What was this place he’d come to?
Mini-Chapter 4
Bags unpacked, Liam was thoroughly enjoying his cozy cottage cabin, his momentary regret of the trip completely expired. The cabin had copious amounts of elegant dark wood furniture with thick carpets and furry, woolly blankets, a fire place in every room and an enormous spa bath positioned in an open plan bathroom just feet from a king sized four-poster bed. What could be better than this? he thought.
The tired ache that had been plaguing him after his long trip gave him another nudge and he decided it was time to give the spa its virgin run. Leaning over, he turned on the hot and cold taps in a perfect combination so that the water was piping hot without scalding him, then he withdrew the bubble bath bottle from his pocket and looked at the label once more.
“Stormy Seduction” he read again, the swirling typography giving the ‘S’s a serpentine appearance. Beside the ‘n’ Liam suddenly realized there was a small * indicating there was fine print to be read. He nearly dismissed it until the amusement of what the witch woman might write struck him and he turned the bottle over. He was not disappointed.
“Not to be used with any other Fateful Faye's Bath Products as may cause unpredictable results. Likely to give user unusual sensations and increased sensitivity; this is normal and a part of the product’s features and is no cause for alarm. Any and all acts committed during and after the use of this bath product will be the sole responsibility of the user. Must not use more than three bottles in a month otherwise changes to sensation will be permanent.”
Liam chuckled. What the hell was in this stuff?! This just sounded like a typical ‘cover-all-bases’ disclaimer that all products fall victim to. They just make a big fuss about nothing, just in case. He once read a fire extinguisher that had said “Flammable”. How ridiculous. He opened the bottle and poured the contents in to the steaming bathwater.
Turning away, he began to undress, taking off his ordinary travel clothes: very respectable slacks and a collared, button up shirt. Just because he was acting out of the ordinary didn’t mean he’d had time to change his wardrobe! Perhaps he’d buy some new things on this holiday, he thought.
Stripping down until he was completely naked, he turned back to the bath which was now almost full and gratefully stepped in to the warm water. The fumes rising from the surface began to thicken in his nostrils, making him feel a little woozy as they had done in the shop. He sat down into the spa quickly, grateful to sink down into the water and to escape the cold that was making his skin pimple and his balls clench. He felt instantly relaxed.
He reached over to the switches at the side of the tub and turned the jets onto their lowest setting. The water immediately sprung to life and gushed gently against his travel-weary skin. The sensation was pleasant and gently stimulating, and Liam laid back to rest his head at the end of the spa and close his eyes in enjoyment. The turbulence of the water created more steam than ever as hot water met cold air. In the distance, out on the street, Liam heard two men calling out to each other and laughing. Groggily he wondered who they were.
Mini-Chapter 5
What seemed like moments later, Liam woke. He wasn’t sure what had woken him but when he opened his eyes he found the room had filled with mist. The hot bath water had evaporated somewhat and dispersed itself around his bathroom-bedroom. Liam sat up and lifted himself out of the bath as the mist swirled around him in a dreamy drift. He stood on the bath mat and tried to gain his composure, feeling a little strange.
He stretched and felt every muscle in his body move and ripple in response. He looked down at his body and saw he had an enormous erection, glistening up at him with a few lingering suds and...was that...a droplet of pre-cum at its tip? Ha! He laughed to himself. He must have had a raunchy dream; that’s why he feels so sensitive!
Liam stepped over to the vanity and bathroom mirror and gave the latter a few wipes with his wet hand to clear the image. It was then that he got a shock. Somehow it had been unclear to him when he’d looked down, but now, in magnificent reflection, was a beautiful man. Him. Slim, raven-haired, muscular yet softened at the edges. It was him but yet not him as he remembered himself to be. He was a man and yet...he wiped the mirror again. His skin sparkled like diamond dust, his hair had grown long and wavy, and all his edges, so masculine and hard before, had softened into feminine curves.
He was not ordinary any more. He was beautiful.
And horny.
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Damn it, he was horny.
His cock gave a twitch as he looked at his rapidly blurring appearance in the mirror and he groaned softly. He was so horny and the feeling was growing. What the fuck had been in that bubble bath? He grabbed his cock and gave it a few quick flicks of his wrist. Where normally it would take him twenty or so minutes to come, almost instantly, Liam felt the bunching sensation in his balls and the build of an orgasm. He grabbed hold of the vanity bench in front of the mirror and gasped as he clenched his ass tightly and a shot of cum spilled out of him and into the sink.
The orgasm was quick but intense, as though it had been building for hours and this was its moment of sensational release...and yet... He waited for more of his seed to come but it didn’t. It was as though his body wanted him to experience the pure bliss of orgasm but wanted to save some of his juice for another round. What the hell?
His brain felt slow as though he couldn’t think of anything but the fact that he had transformed into some sort of man-girl and that all he wanted to do was fuck anything that moved. He shook his head. No, not fuck anything that moved. He wanted a man. The idea of a woman was not enough. He needed someone that could match the raging need inside him. Who would give as good as he got.
Mini-Chapter 6
As though by some divine providence a knock sounded at his front door. Liam’s post orgasmic body moved slowly, as though the weight of his still throbbing cock was a heavy burden indeed. His brain did not seem to process the fact he should have dressed, or that he was away from home and not expecting any guests. Dimly, he was aware that he should have felt cold but somehow his body was hot enough not to notice.
He reached the front door and opened it wide. Before him stood two men, young, maybe in their late 20’s. Both of them stared at Liam and his naked, uniquely feminine body. Unexpectedly, rather than exclaim in surprise at being greeted thus, or even introducing themselves and explaining the reason for their visit, they said nothing. A pulse of understanding passed to Liam from their intense gazes and he realised that they were there for him and that his wish had just come true. His brain was still sluggish and trying to understand how he’d come to be in this place, at this time...in this form...He backed away almost automatically and allowed the men to step inside the cottage and close the door behind them.
“Where,” began one of the men and a hoarse, lust filled voice, “is that smell coming from?” he asked Liam. In answer, Liam began to walk back towards the bedroom. He was aware that his hips swayed provocatively and felt the men’s eyes follow him. Reaching the doorway he turned back and beckoned. “Coming?” he asked them, not intending the pun.
Mini-Chapter 7
The room seemed hot to the two men and they peeled off their layers of clothes in response. Liam sat on the edge of the bed, finding that although the mist from the bubble bath was still lingering and lending everything a soft edge, that he could breathe more easily now and did not feel quite so groggy. His mind was still focused firmly on one thing however, and that was the desire that was burning in his core.
The men soon stood before him, naked as the day they were born. One was dark haired, with defined muscles down his chest and torso and a long cock sitting in a soft bed of hair. The other was fair and blue-eyed, slightly less masculine but equally endowed. Liam couldn’t help notice that they both had erections as stiff as his and the fact took his arousal even higher. Suddenly, as suddenly as before, he felt the pressure building in his sex at the view that stood before him. The bubble bath’s fumes had driven all sense of embarrassment from him and he gave himself over to the sensation. Another spurt of cum shot from his taught cock as he arched back onto the bed, reveling in the exquisite pleasure of the orgasm. It landed, sticky, on the bedroom carpet in front of his two onlookers as he gasped for breath.
For only the second time, one of them spoke. “Who are you?” said the dark one. In a moment of clarity a name came to Liam. “You should call me Stormy Gurl,” he said, mentally swapping the ‘i’ for a ‘u’. This situation was very ‘unique’, after all.
The dark man nodded, stepped forward, and leaned over Stormy, kissing him passionately on the mouth and groaning with need. When he broke the kiss he whispered, “I was walking home from the pub with my friend here when I smelt you, Stormy Gurl. It was the most delicious thing I have ever smelt.” He pushed his manhood against Stormy’s and the two danced together playfully as the fair haired man came forward to join the embrace. The dark one, who Stormy decided was called Shadow, bit his ear gently and swirled his tongue around the lobe to soften the sting, saying, “I knew that I had to come and taste whatever it was that smelt so good.” His voice sounded hungry indeed.
The fairer man, who was Light in Stormy’s mind, murmured his agreement as he reached a hand down between the other two men and grabbed hold of Stormy’s cock. A few swift strokes had him on edge again and his body broke a sheen of sweat across it that shone like silk on his already glittering, magical skin.
Light held Stormy’s cock still and erect as Shadow moved down his body, stopping every now and then to lick or suck a sweet spot. His tongue, rather than cooling Stormy’s skin, seemed to burn it deliciously. Shadow’s body grazed the tip of Stormy’s cock the whole way down, teasing it with the sensations of soft stomach, hard chest, prickly stubble then finally...wet mouth.
Stormy writhed in pleasure as his transformed, aroused body was given what it craved. The man sucking on his cock grunted and moaned in delight as he tasted the treat that had lured him in from the street. The scent of the bubble bath radiated off Stormy’s hot body and was almost too much for the two visitors whose excited noises filled his ears.
Light released his cock and gave it over to Shadow to ravage. Stormy saw him crawl around on the bed and position himself purposefully over Stormy’s face in a 69 position. He saw Light’s face first, taut with need, and then his cock, tight and hard and glistening with pre-cum, as Light leaned forward and covered him. Then, with both men licking and playing with his cock, Stormy took Light into his mouth, lapping up his taste like it was the elixir of life.
The sensation was beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. The two men’s tongues played and toyed with his tip, his shaft, every ridge and every inch of his throbbing, desperate cock. He came, again and again, and the men drank him in, first one then the other as he simultaneously worked his mouth over Light’s hot love rod. He was caught between crying out in pleasure and choking on the throbbing mass that was quivering in his mouth. Each orgasm released him for an instant before he was grasped by the tight sensation of another one building inside him.
Finally, there was a shift in their positions as Shadow wanted more of Stormy than he could reach. Giving his elegant legs to Light to hold up and out of the way, Shadow pushed up against Stormy’s thighs until his balls and ass were utterly exposed to him. Light held on tightly with his arms, almost doubling Stormy back on himself. The manoeuvre kept Stormy’s cock within easy reach of Light’s mouth and gave Shadow the view and access he sought.
Mini-Chapter 8
With a guttural groan and a flicking sound, Stormy heard Shadow spit, once, twice, three times, onto his exposed balls and ass. The fluid spread down, into his creases and deepest place. He knew what was coming and redoubled his efforts to blow Light in his excitement. Light oozed pre-cum, drop after drop, into Stormy’s mouth and he relished the taste.
Finally it came, the thing he knew would come. Shadow pressed his cock, wet with spit and pre-cum against Stormy’s tight entry. Stormy knew a slight pain before he was filled and Shadow began to pant in rhythm with his thrusts. Unable to stem the flow, Stormy was overcome with sensation. He knew both Light and Shadow were close to orgasms of their own and the thought thrilled him and urged him on more than ever.
Light’s mouth moved softly, wetly and quickly around Stormy’s cock until he drove himself over the edge and came in Stormy’s mouth, the intense thrill too much to bare. The sound of his cry of ecstasy muffled by Stormy’s cock rammed deeply down his throat. The feeling of his hot cum-juice shooting into Stormy’s waiting mouth, and the thrust of Shadow’s cock into him pushed Stormy over a precipice too. Shadow heaved against his ass, coming heavily into it as Stormy fell and joined them both.
This orgasm, the largest and final release, went on and on and on. He shot load after load into Light’s mouth, making him gulp and choke until Shadow bent to take over. His body seemed to radiate heat, and, of course, those intoxicating bubble bath fumes that still clung to his silken skin and which had given his two companions such an unquenchable thirst for him.
Mini-Chapter 8
As Stormy came down from the giddiest heights of bliss, Light and Shadow moved their bodies in line with his soft, delicate and cum soaked form and held him tenderly. Now robbed of their intense need they seemed to soften, lose the harshness of the uber-masculine man and become protective and nurturing. They both wound into him as though he was their most precious thing – a man-girl that had made their dreams come true.
Hours later, the three of them woke. The mist had dispersed and the air was cold. Stormy wanted to ask the men to stay for the rest of the night but somehow he knew the spell had broken and that they would leave to return to beds of their own. There was just enough magic left for them to kiss Stormy gently goodbye before they picked up their heavy pants and coats and went from the cabin and out into a snowy night.
Epilogue
I said at the start of this story that Liam was an ordinary man. Perhaps I was wrong. Only extraordinary things happen to extraordinary people and magic selects only those who are special. But he certainly lived an ordinary life before that fateful windy day and that blissful northern night.
I have found that some stories end sadly, some end happily and some have no ending at all. While it seems like we are at the end of this story I can assure you that it is not the case. How do I know, you ask? Well, because Stormy told me so when he came back to buy another bottle.
By JJ Foxx, for submission to Lush Stories
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His cock gave a twitch as he looked at his rapidly blurring appearance in the mirror and he groaned softly. He was so horny and the feeling was growing. What the fuck had been in that bubble bath? He grabbed his cock and gave it a few quick flicks of his wrist. Where normally it would take him twenty or so minutes to come, almost instantly, Liam felt the bunching sensation in his balls and the build of an orgasm. He grabbed hold of the vanity bench in front of the mirror and gasped as he clenched his ass tightly and a shot of cum spilled out of him and into the sink.
The orgasm was quick but intense, as though it had been building for hours and this was its moment of sensational release...and yet... He waited for more of his seed to come but it didn’t. It was as though his body wanted him to experience the pure bliss of orgasm but wanted to save some of his juice for another round. What the hell?
His brain felt slow as though he couldn’t think of anything but the fact that he had transformed into some sort of man-girl and that all he wanted to do was fuck anything that moved. He shook his head. No, not fuck anything that moved. He wanted a man. The idea of a woman was not enough. He needed someone that could match the raging need inside him. Who would give as good as he got.
Mini-Chapter 6
As though by some divine providence a knock sounded at his front door. Liam’s post orgasmic body moved slowly, as though the weight of his still throbbing cock was a heavy burden indeed. His brain did not seem to process the fact he should have dressed, or that he was away from home and not expecting any guests. Dimly, he was aware that he should have felt cold but somehow his body was hot enough not to notice.
He reached the front door and opened it wide. Before him stood two men, young, maybe in their late 20’s. Both of them stared at Liam and his naked, uniquely feminine body. Unexpectedly, rather than exclaim in surprise at being greeted thus, or even introducing themselves and explaining the reason for their visit, they said nothing. A pulse of understanding passed to Liam from their intense gazes and he realised that they were there for him and that his wish had just come true. His brain was still sluggish and trying to understand how he’d come to be in this place, at this time...in this form...He backed away almost automatically and allowed the men to step inside the cottage and close the door behind them.
“Where,” began one of the men and a hoarse, lust filled voice, “is that smell coming from?” he asked Liam. In answer, Liam began to walk back towards the bedroom. He was aware that his hips swayed provocatively and felt the men’s eyes follow him. Reaching the doorway he turned back and beckoned. “Coming?” he asked them, not intending the pun.
Mini-Chapter 7
The room seemed hot to the two men and they peeled off their layers of clothes in response. Liam sat on the edge of the bed, finding that although the mist from the bubble bath was still lingering and lending everything a soft edge, that he could breathe more easily now and did not feel quite so groggy. His mind was still focused firmly on one thing however, and that was the desire that was burning in his core.
The men soon stood before him, naked as the day they were born. One was dark haired, with defined muscles down his chest and torso and a long cock sitting in a soft bed of hair. The other was fair and blue-eyed, slightly less masculine but equally endowed. Liam couldn’t help notice that they both had erections as stiff as his and the fact took his arousal even higher. Suddenly, as suddenly as before, he felt the pressure building in his sex at the view that stood before him. The bubble bath’s fumes had driven all sense of embarrassment from him and he gave himself over to the sensation. Another spurt of cum shot from his taught cock as he arched back onto the bed, reveling in the exquisite pleasure of the orgasm. It landed, sticky, on the bedroom carpet in front of his two onlookers as he gasped for breath.
For only the second time, one of them spoke. “Who are you?” said the dark one. In a moment of clarity a name came to Liam. “You should call me Stormy Gurl,” he said, mentally swapping the ‘i’ for a ‘u’. This situation was very ‘unique’, after all.
The dark man nodded, stepped forward, and leaned over Stormy, kissing him passionately on the mouth and groaning with need. When he broke the kiss he whispered, “I was walking home from the pub with my friend here when I smelt you, Stormy Gurl. It was the most delicious thing I have ever smelt.” He pushed his manhood against Stormy’s and the two danced together playfully as the fair haired man came forward to join the embrace. The dark one, who Stormy decided was called Shadow, bit his ear gently and swirled his tongue around the lobe to soften the sting, saying, “I knew that I had to come and taste whatever it was that smelt so good.” His voice sounded hungry indeed.
The fairer man, who was Light in Stormy’s mind, murmured his agreement as he reached a hand down between the other two men and grabbed hold of Stormy’s cock. A few swift strokes had him on edge again and his body broke a sheen of sweat across it that shone like silk on his already glittering, magical skin.
Light held Stormy’s cock still and erect as Shadow moved down his body, stopping every now and then to lick or suck a sweet spot. His tongue, rather than cooling Stormy’s skin, seemed to burn it deliciously. Shadow’s body grazed the tip of Stormy’s cock the whole way down, teasing it with the sensations of soft stomach, hard chest, prickly stubble then finally...wet mouth.
Stormy writhed in pleasure as his transformed, aroused body was given what it craved. The man sucking on his cock grunted and moaned in delight as he tasted the treat that had lured him in from the street. The scent of the bubble bath radiated off Stormy’s hot body and was almost too much for the two visitors whose excited noises filled his ears.
Light released his cock and gave it over to Shadow to ravage. Stormy saw him crawl around on the bed and position himself purposefully over Stormy’s face in a 69 position. He saw Light’s face first, taut with need, and then his cock, tight and hard and glistening with pre-cum, as Light leaned forward and covered him. Then, with both men licking and playing with his cock, Stormy took Light into his mouth, lapping up his taste like it was the elixir of life.
The sensation was beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. The two men’s tongues played and toyed with his tip, his shaft, every ridge and every inch of his throbbing, desperate cock. He came, again and again, and the men drank him in, first one then the other as he simultaneously worked his mouth over Light’s hot love rod. He was caught between crying out in pleasure and choking on the throbbing mass that was quivering in his mouth. Each orgasm released him for an instant before he was grasped by the tight sensation of another one building inside him.
Finally, there was a shift in their positions as Shadow wanted more of Stormy than he could reach. Giving his elegant legs to Light to hold up and out of the way, Shadow pushed up against Stormy’s thighs until his balls and ass were utterly exposed to him. Light held on tightly with his arms, almost doubling Stormy back on himself. The manoeuvre kept Stormy’s cock within easy reach of Light’s mouth and gave Shadow the view and access he sought.
Mini-Chapter 8
With a guttural groan and a flicking sound, Stormy heard Shadow spit, once, twice, three times, onto his exposed balls and ass. The fluid spread down, into his creases and deepest place. He knew what was coming and redoubled his efforts to blow Light in his excitement. Light oozed pre-cum, drop after drop, into Stormy’s mouth and he relished the taste.
Finally it came, the thing he knew would come. Shadow pressed his cock, wet with spit and pre-cum against Stormy’s tight entry. Stormy knew a slight pain before he was filled and Shadow began to pant in rhythm with his thrusts. Unable to stem the flow, Stormy was overcome with sensation. He knew both Light and Shadow were close to orgasms of their own and the thought thrilled him and urged him on more than ever.
Light’s mouth moved softly, wetly and quickly around Stormy’s cock until he drove himself over the edge and came in Stormy’s mouth, the intense thrill too much to bare. The sound of his cry of ecstasy muffled by Stormy’s cock rammed deeply down his throat. The feeling of his hot cum-juice shooting into Stormy’s waiting mouth, and the thrust of Shadow’s cock into him pushed Stormy over a precipice too. Shadow heaved against his ass, coming heavily into it as Stormy fell and joined them both.
This orgasm, the largest and final release, went on and on and on. He shot load after load into Light’s mouth, making him gulp and choke until Shadow bent to take over. His body seemed to radiate heat, and, of course, those intoxicating bubble bath fumes that still clung to his silken skin and which had given his two companions such an unquenchable thirst for him.
Mini-Chapter 8
As Stormy came down from the giddiest heights of bliss, Light and Shadow moved their bodies in line with his soft, delicate and cum soaked form and held him tenderly. Now robbed of their intense need they seemed to soften, lose the harshness of the uber-masculine man and become protective and nurturing. They both wound into him as though he was their most precious thing – a man-girl that had made their dreams come true.
Hours later, the three of them woke. The mist had dispersed and the air was cold. Stormy wanted to ask the men to stay for the rest of the night but somehow he knew the spell had broken and that they would leave to return to beds of their own. There was just enough magic left for them to kiss Stormy gently goodbye before they picked up their heavy pants and coats and went from the cabin and out into a snowy night.
Epilogue
I said at the start of this story that Liam was an ordinary man. Perhaps I was wrong. Only extraordinary things happen to extraordinary people and magic selects only those who are special. But he certainly lived an ordinary life before that fateful windy day and that blissful northern night.
I have found that some stories end sadly, some end happily and some have no ending at all. While it seems like we are at the end of this story I can assure you that it is not the case. How do I know, you ask? Well, because Stormy told me so when he came back to buy another bottle.
By JJ Foxx, for submission to Lush Stories
Copyright JJ Foxx © 2016.
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