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Content Warning: manipulative/abusive behavior.

Sarah led Abby to the bathroom. Even though the building was deserted, she didn't like the idea of exposing herself anywhere more public.

They stood in front of the sinks and Sarah took a deep breath. Without a word she pulled her pants and underwear down around her thighs, letting her dick flop out into the harsh light of the ladies room.

Abby put her hands over her mouth and gasped. Her eyes were wide, and her pupils darted around, focused on Sarah's crotch. After a moment she looked up to her face "You really were serious. Wow." Her eyes moved back down "It's so big."

Sarah looked a bit bashful "Yeah, that's just how it grew."

"I mean, it's not a bad thing." Abby said "It's just, I haven't really... I've mostly only dated girls, so I don't have a great frame of reference. It's just a lot. I didn't think you were serious." She had clearly been spooked.

Sarah pulled her pants back up. She hadn't meant to get Abby so flustered. Suddenly she felt very creepy and gross. She felt like one of those disgusting guys who trick girls into looking at their dick.

"I'm sorry Abby, I don't know what I was thinking. We should go home." Sarah said, hoping to put this behind them.

"Please don't feel bad, I was asking for it." Abby said, then cringed at the way it sounded "I mean I literally asked you to show me. I didn't mean to make this so weird."

"I've been struggling to believe it for two days now myself, and I'm the one with the penis. You didn't make it weird, it's been weird from the start. I just wanted you to know for sure I wasn't messing with to you. I wanted you to understand what you saw in the bathroom." For some reason Sarah started to choke up as she said the last parts. She hated getting emotional while trying to explain a situation, but it had all gotten so overwhelming.

Abby offered her a tissue from the bathroom counter, and then got another for herself; she always cried seeing other people cry, and she was feeling pretty overwhelmed herself.

"If all goes according to plan I'll be back to normal tonight, so you won't have to worry about it coming up again." Sarah said as she dried her eyes.

"If that's what you want I'm happy for you." Abby said genuinely "Thanks for giving me a chance to see it before it goes away."

They stood together for another moment, regaining their composure. It had been a big day for both of them, but it was time to go home.

They walked to the building entrance together, with Sarah locking up as they left. When they got to the parking lot there was only one car: Sarah's

"How are you getting home?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, I was going to take the bus, but I think they stopped running half an hour ago." She looked around the empty parking lot "I guess I'll call a cab."

"Nonsense." Sarah said "They gave me a company car, the least I can do is use it to drive home a stranded worker."

Abby perked up at the offer "Really? You definitely don't have to, but it would make my night way easier."

"Absolutely, it's no problem at all." Sarah said.


When Sarah came home Paul was just finishing up unpacking all the boxes in the kitchen. "Sorry I'm so late getting home. Did you see my texts?" Sarah asked as she walked in the door. She had a brown paper bag that looked like it held dinner.

Paul realized he still hadn't turned on his phone. "Oh, no. I left my phone on the charger, what's up?"

"Nothing major, just saved the entire network from certain doom by boarding a possibly-cursed houseboat to get hard drives from the janitor's closet. Also I got tacos." She offered the bag towards Paul. "Well, you got tacos. I got a giant pineapple pork burrito that Abby recommended. You can have some if you want, there's no way I can finish it alone."

They sat together and ate dinner, talking about their first day apart in the new town.

"I like what you've done with the place." Sarah said, admiring the progress Paul had made getting unpacked.

"Thanks" Paul said, splashing hot sauce on a taco. After his session with the vibrator he had devoted himself to sorting out the house. He hoped cleaning would be a productive distraction, but it had only occupied his hands and left his mind free to run with wild fantasies. "Once I got started I guess I lost track of time."

"Well I really appreciate it. After the day I've had it's nice to come home to something going right."

"I bet. Tell me about your day. And who is Abby?" Paul asked between bites of taco.

Sarah gave Paul a recap of her day from start to finish, including a detailed description of the boat and a brief description of Abby. She only left out the parts with her and Abby in the bathroom, she was still embarrassed about that entire situation.

"Wow. Sabotage, magic wind, a network in crisis, a new assistant, a giant burrito, your day had it all."

"Yeah, I feel like I've been working for a week and it's only Monday." Sarah said, kicking off her shoes and slouching further into the couch. "So how was your day? Did you make it to your interview on time?"

Paul though about how to answer the question "Well first of all, I think that command you gave me last night messed with my sex drive, because I've been getting wet at the drop of a hat more or less all day long." He said "Just keep that in mind as I tell the rest."

Paul told Sarah about the interview, the bus ride, and Dave, but he changed the story a little when Dave visited the house, omitting the part where he got stuck. "So I went to tell him how it wasn't a good time, but then he mentioned the magic handcuffs."

"He knows about the Kinky Kuffs?" Sarah asked, very intrigued.

"Yeah, he seems to know a lot about them. He gave me advice on how to word commands more effectively." Paul took another bite of taco and thought about how to say the next part "He also said they're cursed."

"Cursed?" Sarah asked "How are they cursed?"

"He didn't say, he just said I should throw them out before they ruin our relationship."

"Hmm, strange." She chewed her food and thought about the situation. "It might be good to talk to him again tomorrow. See what we can learn about the Kinky Kuffs. They don't seem cursed to me, but there could be more to them than we know."

Paul nodded along. He also wanted answers from Dave. He remembered another thing he should mention.

"Before he left he asked to see my pussy." Paul said after a lull.

Sarah could tell Paul was somewhat upset, but she couldn't help finding his situation absurdly relatable "As someone who has had a vagina their entire life, that's pretty standard for boys." Sarah said, hoping that might help the situation feel more normal for him.

Paul only looked less comfortable though. "The weird thing is that I showed it to him. I just dropped my pants and gave him a look." Paul admitted. He felt ashamed saying it, but it felt good to get it off his chest.

"Hey, that's okay. It's a big change, it only makes sense to want to show someone when they ask. Especially considering he already knows about the handcuffs and magic and whatnot. Did he say anything when he saw it?"

"He said 'very nice' and noticed how wet I was." Paul said, turning red. It was weird to talk about it with Sarah.

"Aww, you made a friend." Sarah said. She hoped that making light of the situation could help Paul feel less embarrassed. Unfortunately, her attitude had the opposite effect once again.

Paul gave a dejected sigh and checked out of the conversation.

"I'm sorry Paul" Sarah said after a while of eating in silence "That must have been super weird for you. I would understand if you don't want to hang out with him again."

"It's alright." Paul said; and he meant it. Dave had behaved like a horny jerk, but those aren't a rarity. 'Local man asks to see vagina' would hardly make headlines. Paul's curiosity about the handcuffs still outweighed his discomfort with Dave, for now at least. Sarah hadn't reacted how he'd wanted or expected, but she seemed to be trying to help. "I think I just saw it as a bigger deal in my head, I didn't expect you to be so casual about it."

"Sorry." Sarah said again. She didn't know why she was being so casual either. If an attractive neighbor lady had come over and asked to see Paul's dick she would have had a very different reaction. "I think all the magic makes it feel sort of unreal. It's not the easiest thing to take seriously for me."

Paul tried to think of a topic change "So you think the handcuffs came from the houseboat?"

"I'm not sure. But it seems like a big coincidence, Amazon tape next to packing peanuts twice in the same week."

"Maybe it has something to do with local laws? Like maybe packing peanuts weren't allowed where we're from, but they are here, and they save money or something?"

"Maybe." Sarah said, but she didn't sound convinced. She knew there was a connection between the boat and the handcuffs, but she needed more evidence.

Paul finished his taco and took the opportunity to go grab his phone.

There were a bunch of notifications on the screen once it turned on. Messages from Sarah, unread emails, and a text from a number he didn't recognize. The text simply said "Hi". He figured he knew who it was, but the ambiguity piqued his interest.

"Is this Dave?" he texted back as he returned to the couch. Before he had even left the bedroom his phone buzzed with the answer: "Ya"

Something about the rapid response from Dave made him want to send another text "This is Paul."

"I know lol" Dave replied. Then "Did you try it?"

"Try what?" Paul asked.

"You know what"

"Ya" Paul said after a moment of hesitation. There was only one thing he could remember Dave telling him to try: Sarah's vibrator.

"Did you like it?"

"Everything okay in there?" Sarah's voice was calling from the couch. Paul had gotten stuck on his phone in the hallway.

"Yeah, just a lot of messages." Paul called back, beginning to walk again. "Ya" he texted back to Dave, then put away his phone and rejoined Sarah.

"Did you like that joke I sent you?" Sarah asked after he got back.

"Huh?" Paul said, then "Oh, let me read it again." He pulled out his phone and read her messages for the first time. "Haha, oh yeah, that's a good one."

Sarah felt like something was off, but she wasn't ready to get pushy about it. She trusted Paul to tell her if something was wrong.

While Paul was reading Sarah's messages he got another one from Dave: "I want you to keep it"

"?" Paul texted back.

"Your pussy. Ask your wife to let you keep it."

"I told you, we're not married." Paul texted back, getting a little upset. He had been looking forward to getting his dick back all day, but he could already feel his resolve beginning to soften under Dave's suggestion.

"Even better", "No one to tell you no" Dave sent.

"What's up?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, just texting Dave." Paul said, too upset to look away from his phone "He texted me while my phone was off."

"What's he saying?"

"Nothing really. He's just being annoying."

"Did you ask him for more information about the Kinky Kuffs?"

"Not yet." Said Paul, trying to think of how to word the request.

"Can you teach me more about the Kinky Kuffs tomorrow?" he typed.

"Lol, sure, if you keep your pussy" Came the reply. Paul grit his teeth, what's one more day?

"He said he'll tell me more tomorrow, but only if I don't change back tonight." Paul told Sarah.

"Are you okay with that?" From the way he talked about his day it had sounded like he was itching to get back to normal.

"Yeah." Paul replied, a little too quickly. "It's only one more day. I just feel a bit creeped out by the request."

"That's understandable." Sarah didn't know what Dave was playing at, but it made her uneasy.

By the time they finished eating they were both getting sleepy. They put away the leftovers and headed for the bedroom.

"Even if I'm not changing back tonight, I'd at least like to get my wetness under control." Paul said as they got undressed. Seeing Sarah take off her clothes had got him going again, and he was still a little wet from the conversations on the couch. It was like anything set him off.

"Are you sure it will work? Trying to use the handcuffs to become less aroused is kind of how you got in this situation." Sarah replied.

"I think it's worth a try, Dave gave me some pointers."

"Why don't you start on me then." Sarah said, offering him the handcuffs. "It's been a while since I got to try them."

"Okay" He said, taking the handcuffs "Do you just want me to change you back to how you were?" Paul asked.

Sarah had to think about it. She had assumed that was the plan, but now that Paul wasn't changing back she wasn't sure if she wanted to either. She didn't really mind having a penis, and if Paul was going to keep his vagina it might come in handy. "I think I'd rather change back when you do. How about we try something new?"

Paul thought back to Dave's advice; provocative, sexy, possibly scary, but something you want. He knew what he wanted to say "I've got an idea for a command-" but Sarah cut him off.

"No spoilers, remember? It's more fun in the moment when I don't know. If I don't like it I don't have to accept it."

Sarah was now completely nude, her hair down, standing at the foot of the bed. Paul stood in front of her, wearing only his boxers, holding the handcuffs. She was reminded of their first night here, half expecting Paul to push her backward onto the bed again.

Instead, Paul handcuffed Sarah's hands in front of her, then he lifted the chain until her arms were well above her head. He kept going until she had to stretch, but not so far that she had to get on her toes.

He held both her hands firmly above her head with one arm, leaving his other hand free to touch her. Paul started by lifting her chin for a kiss, and while their lips were touching he moved it down her body.

While they kissed his hand traveled past her neck and around her breast, moving down and around the side of her body to hold her by the small of her back. As their bodies moved closer together Paul could feel she was getting hard, her dick was pressing firmly into the front of his boxers.

Paul pushed her shackled hands further away from him, causing Sarah to break the kiss and tip off balance, but he held her up with his other arm, keeping their waists together.

Paul kissed lightly at her nipples, thinking of exactly how to word the command. "I want you to get into peak physical condition." He said after a moment "I want you to have strength and stamina, like an Olympic athlete. Now, become strong enough to overpower me."

The command caught Sarah off guard, but she was into it. She welcomed the tingling feeling as it spread all throughout her body, settling deep into her largest muscle groups.

Before their eyes Sarah's entire body began to change. Her thighs, arms, and chest swelled; but otherwise she remained mostly the same size. The changes were more in composition, her body becoming dense and firm. In a matter of seconds she'd manifested the result of years spent training and exercising.

Sarah let out a long sigh as the changes completed. She could feel that her heart and lungs had become more powerful as well, her breathing was deeper and more measured. "Do you want to wear the handcuffs now?" She asked, still held taught in Paul's embrace.

"I want you to make me." Paul said with a playful look in his eye.

Sarah loved that idea. She started by leaning further back, sending them both toppling onto the bed. As they fell she use Paul's grip on the chain to pull him on top of her.

Paul landed on the bed with one of Sarah's thighs between his legs. He felt a moment of panic for his balls, before quickly remembering he didn't have anything to worry about. Sitting on Sarah's thigh muscle actually felt kind of good. He only had a moment to grind against her though, because Sarah wasn't done moving him yet.

Next she rolled him over, now she was on top and they were laying near the edge of the bed. Sarah pinned Paul's extended arm as she took the handcuffs off her wrists, then grabbed his other arm and easily moved it to join the first. Paul strained against her grip, but he could barely slow her down. Her hands moved with an irresistible force.

As soon as she had both his wrists she clasped them in the handcuffs. "Like this?" She said with a grin.

"Yes, exactly." Paul said. His face was flushed and he felt a nervous excitement. He wanted her to keep going.

Sarah held Paul's arms firmly in place with one hand, with her other she reached into the front of his boxers. "Let's see if you're ready to be told what to do." She said, moving her fingers down until she could feel his slick wetness. "Oh my, I do see how this could be distracting all day." She said, in a lightly patronizing tone. "Let's see what I can do to help."

She effortlessly pulled off Paul's boxers and tossed them across the room in one motion. Now they were both completely naked. Paul was on his back on the bed and Sarah was on top of him, leaning on her side; one hand held the chain to his handcuffs, while the other was finding its way back between his legs.

"I just can't seem to come up with the right phrasing." Sarah said, furrowing her brow and pretending to think while drumming her fingers on Paul's vulva. "Maybe it would be easier if someone was sucking my dick."

"I could help with that." Paul offered, trying not to sound overeager.

Sarah released his hands, rolling off of him and onto her feet next to the bed. She walked to the headboard and stepped up with one foot just above Paul's head, so her dick was right in his face. From the close-up angle he could clearly see she was throbbing hard; her was dick moving subtly in time with her pulse, and the tip was close to dripping with precum.

Paul leaned towards her, licking up her shaft and sucking off the head. As he was focused on her dick, he felt one of her hands grab the back of his head. At first it was supportive, just helping him sit up, but soon she started to gently push and pull, directing his mouth where to go.

As Paul got into it he moved his bound hands down between his legs and started to touch himself. As soon as his fingers found a good rhythm though, his hands were pulled away by Sarah. She held the chain just above his bellybutton, so the tips of his fingers could only reach to the top of his mound.

Paul groaned in frustration around her dick and shifted his hips, trying to find a position that would let him reach. "Not yet." Sarah said with a smile "I want you to save it for the magic. After I give your command I'll let you cum." She explained. Paul sighed through his nose and tried to focus on the blow job.

As Sarah got closer to orgasm, her hand became more forceful on the back of his head. Soon she was moving his head in and out while she thrust in time with her hips, using his face like a living fleshlight. Paul groaned onto her cock, using his lips and tongue to stroke it as she fucked his mouth.

When she'd reached the edge of climax she gave Paul his command "I want you to have a healthy, functional vagina; no more prone to wetness than my own." She said. It wasn't a very sexy command, but she'd thought carefully about the wording. She was hoping the sexiness of the moment could make it work.

Paul tried to accept the command, but the magic eluded him. It was like trying to make his dick soft all over again. It was clear the magic hadn't taken hold.

"Just make it happen and cum with me." Sarah commanded, right as she ejaculated down his throat.

That time it worked. The magic sank deep into Paul's pelvis and almost immediately he had an orgasm. He closed his eyes and moaned onto Sarah, swallowing as fast as he could. The orgasm from the handcuffs was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It wasn't particularly any more powerful than his previous orgasms, but it felt like it was happening everywhere at once. It was like his entire body had reached climax, from his scalp to his toes.

After she finished, Sarah jumped over Paul and collapsed onto the other side of the bed with a contented sigh. She could feel her heart rate was up, but she wasn't even close to short of breath. Paul looked to still be coming down, a blissful expression on his face.

They put away the handcuffs and got ready for bed.

While Paul was brushing his teeth he felt a pain in his stomach, like a dull ache. "Where did you get those tacos?"

"From a cute little taco-truck Abby showed me. Why?"

"I don't think they're sitting well with me. I hope I don't get sick." He said, rubbing his stomach.

"Maybe you'll feel better in the morning." Sarah said hopefully as they both fell asleep.

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