When your friend Lia invited you over for the night, you knew something was up immediately. The twinge of eccentricity in her voice, which she always got when she had another batshit plan, and her lack of specificity for plans were dead giveaways that she had something cooking. Even still, you almost always had a great time even when her idea meant going out of your usual comfort zone, and you were friends-with-benefits, so there was a good chance the night would end with some fun once she'd worked herself up on adrenaline or whatever.
When you showed up at her house, she opened the door wearing a cute, oversized black sweater knitted to look like a cartoon cat's face that hung down low enough that you couldn't even tell if she was wearing shorts underneath. She was smiling ear to ear and she had tied her straight black hair up into double buns. She was jittery with excitement, and her glasses looked crooked. You had to control your breathing as your heartrate jumped, both from arousal at her potential pantlessness and anxiety as to what was in store for the night.
The moment you stepped inside, Lia quickly shut and locked the door behind you. You immediately noticed how dark the house was, as she had apparently drawn all her curtains closed before you even arrived. Candles were lit through the hallway, and light was pouring out from her living room doorway. There was a certain romantic element to it, but something seemed...off. Lia was sweet and you loved her to death, but she was more the "feral sex on the kitchen floor" type than "candlelight and rose petals." You didn't have much time to think; she grabbed your hand before you'd even gotten your shoes off and you almost fell over kicking your shoe off onto the mat by her door.
Lia pulled you into the living room where, once your eyes adjusted to the change in lighting again, you saw a complex arrangement of candles set across the floor. Lia had moved all her furniture to the sides of the room, and the floor was covered in strange chalk drawings and small collections of odd objects. Gems, small metal rings, some deep red vials, and...maybe bones?
"Lia, what the hell..." you asked her.
She giggled audibly before lifting up her oversized hoodie and revealing that, indeed, she had no pants on. No matter how many times you'd seen it, her cock was just so beautiful to you. You watched as she grew hard just from exposing herself to you, and also took note that she'd shaved herself completely clean for tonight. She bit the edge of her sweater, wiggled her hips, making her cock bounce against her thighs, and then, finally, spoke.
"We're gonna do a little magic!" she said, cheerfully.
"Okay?"
Lia had a longtime fascination with the supernatural. You'd gone on something like three ghost hunts with her in the past, and had even fucked on an air-mattress in a supposedly haunted abandoned prison once. That had been the most difficult cum of your entire life, despite the fact you didn't see any signs of ghosts the entire time you were there. It was just SO creepy. There was also the time she had invited you to a Halloween witchcraft orgy, but that was just awesome with no qualifiers necessary. Not even the orgy was as complex as what was set up in this room. It looked like a scene from a movie.
"Yeah, I've been researching a TON of sex magic and I found one I want to try. It's pretty simple, and it only requires two people," she said.
"What's it supposed to do?"
She turned around, lifted her shirt slightly again, showing her cock off to you.
"It's gonna make my cock HUGE!"
You couldn't help but crack up laughing. Not in mockery; her confidence and enthusiasm had filled you with joy too.
"Alright then," you said, "I'm down. What do I have to do?"
"Oh it's super easy for you. I've made all the preparations. All you have to do is get naked and stand right over...there!" she said, pointing to an empty chalk circle slightly to the left-of-center of the room, "Then, you have to touch yourself while thinking of me with a nice big cock. Make sure it's really good in size. Not like a cartoon or whatever, but like 9 inches. I'll say all the magic words, and when you come. Bam! I'll have a big cock!"
"So the spell is fueled by my cum?" you asked.
"Exactlyyyy! And since you're doing me a favor, I'll fuck you in the ass with my nice big new cock afterwards," she said, grinning again.
You felt your cock getting hard the moment she said that.
"If it works," you said playfully.
"Oh, it's gonna work," she replied.
This was going to be so easy. You started undressing immediately.
Lia took off her oversized hoodie, revealing her slim, pale body. Her small tits and dark nipples looked incredible to you in the candlelight. She lifted up a huge book off one of the tables at the side of the room, and took her place at the center of her wild floor scrawlings.
"Ready?" she asked.
You nodded, and started slowly and gently stroking your cock. You hadn't stopped being hard since she told you she was going to fuck your ass with her huge cock. Lia started reading words out of the book in front of her, you recognized none of them. In fact, you couldn't even begin to place what language the words were in. They sounded like words from a language that had never existed at all.
You refocused yourself. Imagining Lia with a big cock was not hard at all. While her cock was nowhere near 9 goddamn inches, it was not small. It was average in size, but it was quite attractive and shapely. Uncut (unlike yourself), with a slight downward bend and a fat cockhead with lots of bumps that turned deep red when she was turned on. Her urethra was massive when she was hard, which gave her cock an amazing mouthfeel. You mentally extrapolated all its details to a much larger size.
She'd need more foreskin to make up for all the extra length. Right now, when she got hard her cock already completely pushed out of it. It would also probably be more veiny than it was. She barely had any visible veins at her current size, but at 9 inches? It would need to THROB a bit. You imagined her cock significantly girthier as well, to balance out the length. Her cockhead, especially, plumped up in your mind as deep red as it could humanly be, with a luscious cumhole always ever so slightly gaped. Her 9 inch cock in your mind now only partially pushed out of her foreskin when hard, instead stretching the skin deliciously over the ridge of her cockhead. You imagined her cockhead sliding in and out of your ass, her foreskin adding one more amazing bump of texture...
You could feel yourself near to cumming. You had completely forgotten yourself in the imagery. You imagined that would be best for the spell, but you opened your eye to check and see if Lia was ready yet. She had stopped chanting and was watching you expectantly. That was all you needed to see.
You closed your eyes and imagined that massive, throbbing new cock sliding against you, pushing into you and...you moaned out in pleasure as your balls contracted and you fired a fat rope of cum directly onto Lia's floor. Wave after wave of orgasm racked your body. On the edge of your blurred consciousness, you heard Lia resume chanting and then, there was a loud clap, like someone had fired off a firecracker.
Startled and still in the throes of orgasm, your eyes shot open, but your cock was still twitching and dripping fat globs of cum onto the floor. A searing ball of heat and light about the size of a bottle rocket ricocheted off a small mirror hanging above the mantle of Lia's livingroom.
"Oh no!" Lia cried out.
Your legs felt weak from orgasm, but, even worse, when you tried to move, you found you couldn't lift your feet. It was as though you had been glued right to the spot you'd been standing on.
The little fireball shot upward toward the small crystal chandelier at the center of the room, right above Lia. It shot directly into the biggest crystal, which dangled down from the center of the chandelier. For a moment, it looked as if the crystal might absorb the strange otherworldly projectile. A sizzling noise, followed by a pop, revealed otherwise. The crystal had split the projectile into two. One fired straight down and collided with Lia's cock. The other, shot directly at yours. And you couldn't move your feet.
The projectile accelerated at your immobile cock and you cried out. Involuntarily closing your eyes. You felt a great heat and then a force threw you backwards. You cried out again and gasped for air.
With a stroke of luck, you had been thrown backwards onto Lia's couch. You felt no pain in your crotch whatsoever, and only a little bit of soreness on your back and limbs from colliding with the cushioned structure of the couch. You frantically scanned the room.
Lia had fallen to her knees, and was staring down into her lap. You called out to her.
"Lia! What happened? Are you okay?"
After a moment of silence, you heard her sobbing softly.
"Oh..." she said softly, "I really messed that up..."
Struggling to right yourself, you found your limbs were working properly again. You scrambled to your feet and over to Lia. As you got close, you could immediately see what was wrong. Between her legs, slightly spread apart, was the *tiniest* cock and balls you had ever seen with your own eyes. It was also the cutest cock and balls you had ever seen in your entire life, a thought that came to you unexpectedly and wholly unbidden. You felt yourself getting hard again, despite having just cum.
"Lia..."
"It's so fucking small!!" she cried out.
"Maybe it's bigger when it's hard?" you said, desperate for something to soothe her.
"It IS hard!" she replied.
You realized upon second glance, that she was right. Her little cock, a two-incher at max, was absolutely straining, and even still was barely poking out of her foreskin. Beneath it, her ballsack had darkened slightly in color and constricted significantly around two tiny beans that showed through the wrinkly, hairless flesh. They didn't hang at all anymore, they seemed more like a soft, cute bump than a proper sack. As you stared at her new little package, you noticed a big drop of precum forming at the tip of her tiny penis.
"Lia, why are you..."
"It's turning me onnnnnn..." she cried, almost sobbing again, "it's turning me on that you're looking at my little fucking cock!"
At that, Lia finally looked up at you. Her face was still wet with tears. She made eye contact first, but as she looked down at your crotch, she gasped.
"Holy shit!"
A chill ran down your spine before you could even look down, but you couldn't stop yourself. You looked down at your cock, your heart suddenly racing again.
Somehow, when you saw it, you couldn't stop yourself from getting even harder. So hard, in fact that it made you gasp aloud.
Your cock was now laced with throbbing veins. You hadn't grown in size at all, but a thick, snaking vein now ran down the top of your cock's curve. You could see more branching up on either side of your cock. Every single vein in your cock was now dramatically pronounced, and your cock kept flexing and throbbing involuntarily, further pronouncing the movement and shape of your veins. Your cock was so hard it *almost* hurt. Almost. It made you feel like you needed to stroke, needed to thrust, needed to touch it. You wanted to feel just how hard it was, you wanted to feel the give of the swollen, delicious veins in your hands.
There was something else, though, that caught your eye. You couldn't see your cockhead. For all your life, you had always been able to see your cockhead, but now, even hard as a rock, it was BURIED in foreskin flesh that had never been there before. The head of your cock was straining through the veiny flesh of your foreskin, and at the tip of it was a folded, wrinkly, puckered pileup of dark, loose skin. You had seen a lot of uncut cocks in your life, but the one that now belonged to you was one of the fleshiest you'd seen. A messy, asymmetrical, squishy, layered sheath.
You glanced up at Lia to see she was drooling out of the corner of her mouth while staring at your new cock. Her left hand had drifted down between her legs and was desperately stroking her tiny thing between two fingers.
Seeing her touching her little stick like that, your cock twitched. You looked back down and, with a shaking hand, tried to pull your foreskin back. When your fingers made contact with your new cock, the hardness was shocking, stiffer than you had ever been or ever imagined being. Straining on the verge of, but never crossing over into, pain. You squeezed your cock ever so slightly with your hand, and as you did, you felt the remaining cum from your last orgasm push through the soft, folded canals of your new foreskin, dribbling copiously out of the pleasantly droopy end onto the floor below.
Lia moaned loudly seeing that, which only encouraged you more. You wrapped your hand around your cock again and pulled your foreskin back. It pulled smoothly, the skin was perfectly tight to let you feel as each fold of your oversized foreskin straightened and popped across the ridge of your cockhead. To get your cockhead fully out, you had to move your hand all the way to the base of your cock. The idea you'd have to thrust so deep or stroke so hard to get your cockhead out somehow overwhelmingly turned you on. And the thought of feeling your skin sliding across your sensitive flesh as you thrust into someone's throat or ass or pussy was almost unbearable. You needed it.
You looked up at Lia and made eye contact with her. Her tongue was desperately lolling out of her mouth as her pathetic cock dribbled a constant stream of precum onto the floor beneath her. She nodded at you, understanding exactly what you wanted, so you stepped over to her and put the tip of your cock just inches away from her lips. Without hesitation, Lia lunged forward and planted her lips right onto your foreskin. Desperately making out with the sensitive, soft sheath of your new cock, her tongue pushed inward, sending pleasure unlike any you'd ever felt through you. Your knees nearly buckled, but you braced yourself by placing your hands on her shoulder and head.
She was desperately sucking, tonguing, pulling at your foreskin with her lips. She pushed her tongue in deeply enough to dance against the hypersensitive skin of your cockhead. You reveled in it, watching and feeling her body shaking as she struggled to both touch her fat little cock to completion and savor all the wonders of your new veiny, throbbingly hard cock. Her pathetic, needy moans were driving you over the edge. You wanted to give her more, you wanted to feel more. You cupped the back of her head, looked down into her eyes, glazed over with lust, and slowly pushed into her mouth. You savored the feeling of your foreskin rolling over your flesh, across her tongue, as you watched her eyes go wide. She let out a slow, deep moan as you reached the back of her mouth and pushed into her throat.
You felt her whole body start to shake, her right hand frantically stroking her mini-cock. She started to whimper frantically, higher and higher in pitch until she cried out, muffled by your cock, and came. Still wrapped around your cock, never once pulling back. That pushed you over the edge yourself and you groaned and shot your second hot load of the night directly into her throat. Your cock, impossibly hard, strained against the warm, soft confines of her mouth as spurt after spurt unloaded from your body, seizing you up with intensity. Your mind was nothing but pleasure. Thoughts were as far away as the stars above.
Finally, the waves of intensity slowed. Your chest was heaving with exhaustion. At last, you felt your cock finally begin to soften. Lia's jaw was slackening. You loosened your grip on her head and, as your thoughts began to return, pulled slowly out of her mouth. She gasped, then sighed contentedly. Your new foreskin covered up your cockhead so naturally as you pulled out, and you shivered as you felt the remaining cum slide and drip out of the layers of sensitive skin once again. It felt SO good.
You looked down at Lia. She had fallen back on her butt and was smiling vacantly, looking at you with her legs spread. Her cock wasn't even visible now that she was soft, only her own cum-soaked foreskin and her cute little empty balls. She had seemed so upset when everything started to go wrong, you were happy to see her looking satisfied.
"Y'know, I think I'm actually okay being a nothing-dick princess," she said, as if she'd read your mind.
"Couldn't we just cast another spell?" you said, reckoning with the fact magic had actually worked *at all.*
"oh no, haha," she said, "this shit's permanent. This is us now. You're gonna be stroking and thrusting that veiny sheathed thing forever. and I'm gonna be struggling to get off with this dribbling, minuscule..."
She moaned, interrupting herself.
"God I'm PATHETIC now! and that turns me on!!"
She laughed aloud.
"Sorry..." she said, looking sheepishly at you.
But you couldn't get mad, even a little. That felt really good and, whether it was a side effect of the magic or not, you liked your new cock AND Lia's. Plus, you knew you'd be spending even more time exploring each other's bodies now, and the idea of being able to effectively tease Lia really lit up your day.
