Paul woke up before the alarm, his stomach hurt and his bladder was full. For a moment he thought he might have started wetting the bed, but when he felt between his legs it didn't feel like pee, it felt more sticky. He brought his hand back to his face and saw that his fingers were covered in blood.

With his clean hand he started shaking Sarah awake. "Sarah, hey, I need your help. I'm bleeding." He said, trying his best to remain calm. Was this another trick of Dave's? Had he known this would happen if he didn't change back? Was this the curse?

Sarah had a hard time waking up, but the urgency in Paul's voice eventually tugged her out of sleep. "What's going on?" She mumbled. She turned on the lamp and blearily assessed the situation. Paul had blood on his fingers, and he looked distressed.

"I woke up bleeding." Paul said, his voice teetering on panic despite his best efforts. "And it feels like someone is squeezing my guts with a salad fork."

"Okay Paul, calm down. It's going to be alright. I'm pretty sure you've just started your period." Sarah said, quickly getting out of bed. "I'll get you some stuff to clean up with. It's not that big of a deal, just stay right there and try to breathe."

Paul took a deep breath and did as he was told. What Sarah said made sense; a period would explain the cramps and discomfort, not to mention the blood. In retrospect it seemed completely obvious. But why had it started now?

Sarah came back with a damp washcloth and a towel. "Here, clean up what you can and go take a shower. I'll take care of the sheets and meet you there." She said, handing him the warm wet cloth.

Paul dabbed away the blood as best as he could, then took the towel and hurried to the bathroom. He held the damp cloth between his legs as he went, trying to keep any more from leaking out along the way.

Sarah scrubbed the stained sheets and put new ones down. Just as she was finishing with the bed her morning alarm went off. She turned off the alarm, got the handcuffs, and went to join Paul in the bathroom.

Paul seemed to be doing a lot better now that he'd come to terms with the situation. She found him standing in the shower, positioned so the hot water washed over his crampy belly.

"Alright, there's clean sheets on the bed and I've got a plan to help you out." Sarah said, clinking the handcuffs.

"Oh good." Paul said. He was already eager for a magic solution.

Sarah stepped into the shower with him. "Step one, restrain your lover." She said, pushing him against the shower wall.

Paul was caught off guard, but even if he'd been prepared there wasn't much he could do. He was still taller by a fair amount, but after last night Sarah had become much stronger. She pinned his chest to the wall with one arm and cuffed his hands behind his back with the other; it almost felt like he was getting arrested.

"Step two, stimulate your lover." She said, kicking his legs further apart. She reached down around his butt and started to fondle his pussy. With her hand still between his legs, Sarah stood on her toes to whisper in his ear "Just let me know when you're ready for step three."

Paul nodded. He hadn't been feeling sexy at all before, but something in the way Sarah took charge had already got him going. He tilted his hips and spread his legs wider to give her better access. It only took a few more seconds before he said "I think I'm ready."

"Good. Now, stop menstruating. I want to be able to eat you out without tasting blood."

Paul accepted the command and breathed a sigh of relief as the magic washed over him, sweeping away every symptom and finishing off with a pleasant tingle down his vagina.

"You have no idea the inconvenience I just saved you." Sarah said, unclasping the handcuffs and putting them on the counter. "All I ask is that you return the favor in a week or two."

"Deal." Paul said, finishing up his shower. "Do you still want to go down on me?"

Sarah paused. She had mostly said that to make the magic work, but now that she saw the time she realized that she should really be getting to work. "I can if you want, but I'm worried it would make me late."

"Oh, yeah, don't worry about it." Paul turned off the water. There was another thing he wanted to talk about before she left. "Do you think this had something to do with the curse?" he asked Sarah as she was getting dressed.

Sarah almost laughed, but restrained herself. "No, I don't think it's anything like that."

"It's just strange because last night you told me to have a healthy vagina."

"Menstruation is pretty normal for lots of healthy vaginas." Sarah pointed out. "In fact, it's the first phase of the menstrual cycle. Which is probably why it started the morning after my command."

"So it was your fault!" Paul said, finally putting the pieces together.

"Sorry babe, at least you get someone to blame."

Sarah finished getting ready for work and began heating up some leftovers for breakfast. Paul joined her in the kitchen to say goodbye.

"Have a good day at work." He said. "Can't be any harder than yesterday was."

"Don't jinx me." Sarah teased. "Oh, by the way, there's something I wanted to talk about with you." She hadn't been sure how to bring it up before, but now was her last chance before work.

"Yes?" Asked Paul, a little apprehensive.

"Not that I think it would happen or anything, but please don't do anything below-the-belt with Dave."

"Below the belt?" Paul asked, unsure what she meant.

"I just don't want anyone touching genitals, each others or your own. Just keep it in your pants this time." Sarah said, starting to feel a little embarrassed.

"It's not like that." Said Paul defensively "And even if it was, I wouldn't do anything with Dave because I value our relationship." He reassured her.

"Okay." Said Sarah "Good. I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page. I wasn't sure what to think with all the things he said yesterday."

"We won't do anything below-the-belt." Paul reassured her again.

"Alright, alright, that's all I wanted to hear. And make sure I find you the way I left you. I don't want him changing you."

The last thing Paul wanted was to give Dave another chance to change him with the handcuffs, but he could understand Sarah's concern. "Of course. You'll find me just how you left me. I promise."

They kissed goodbye and Sarah got in her car. As she drove to work her mind drifted to Abby. They hadn't discussed anything magic-related since their moment in the bathroom, but she was looking forward to telling her more today; with Paul talking about the handcuffs to Dave she didn't feel so weird confiding in Abby.

Paul finished getting dressed and made a pot of coffee. He started checking the unread emails and notifications on his phone, but pretty soon he'd got through them all. Nothing too important. Still no word about his interview, but that's to be expected, it had only been yesterday. Still no word from Dave, but it wasn't even noon. He decided to see what he could find on the internet about Kinky Kuffs.

---

When Sarah got to work she started a data recovery job on her computer. Yesterday it had been freshly reset, along with all the other machines, but with the right software there was a chance she could salvage some of the data that had been wiped away. It was a bit of a long shot, but she might be able to find clues to her predecessor's disappearance.

Abby arrived several minutes late, but she brought coffee for both of them so all was forgiven. Sarah could tell Abby wanted to talk as much as she did, but nearly as soon as she arrived everything went off the rails again. It was one issue after another. It seemed that yesterday everyone was too thankful for the network coming back online to say much, but now all the little problems were coming out. Missing files, altered configurations, and all sorts of old issues the previous IT guys hadn't got around to fixing. By the time they had a moment together again it was almost lunch.

"Want to eat lunch with me at Verity Lake?" Abby asked out of the blue.

"The lake where John keeps his houseboat?" Sarah replied, a little confused.

"Yeah." Abby started to look a little shy "I just thought it would be a good place to talk about supernatural stuff." She clarified.

Sarah nodded along, that worked for her, even if the boat gave her the creeps. "Are you sure John won't mind?"

Abby tilted her head like she hadn't considered it before this moment. "I'm not sure. I think he just owns the boat, I heard the lake belongs to the power company. But we could probably find another access point.

After a few web searches they settled on a more public dock with a paved trail. It was even a little closer to work, which should give them more time to talk.

They picked up sandwiches in town and drove out to the lake at lunch. There were more people at this spot, but they were still able to find a shady hill overlooking the lake without anyone nearby. They could see what looked to be John's boat floating far in the distance.

Abby spread out a beach towel and they got situated under a leafy tree with their food.

"I want to tell you the whole story about the magic housewarming gift." Sarah said, almost as soon as they were seated.

Abby looked a little surprised "Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's just that a lot has happened and I need someone to talk to. Plus, you're the only person I know who would believe me."

"Alright" Abby said. "You can talk with me, in fact tell me everything. Honestly I was hoping you'd fill me in soon, I'm deathly curious."

Sarah told her about the handcuffs and the first transformation. She told her about the next day, learning to helicopter, and how she accidentally caused Paul's unstoppable boner. When she got to the part about Paul growing a pussy Abby's eyes went wide.

"Wow, so yesterday when you had a penis he had-" She gestured vaguely at her own lap.

"Yeah, and we still haven't changed back, I'll get to that part." Sarah said, and continued to explain.

She told her how they were too tired to change back after sex, and how they'd put it off again because of the network outage yesterday morning. She explained how they had planned to change back last night.

Then she told her about Dave, and Paul's decision to delay changing back again. It was a lot to talk about, and Sarah kept remembering things she'd forgotten to explain earlier. Finally she told her about the changes last night and Paul's predicament in the morning.

"Oh my gosh, I wish I could have seen his face." Abby said, tickled by the idea of Paul waking up to his first period. "He thought it was a curse?"

"Yeah." Sarah said, trying not to laugh herself. "Dave told him the handcuffs are cursed, so when Paul saw the blood he thought he was afflicted or something."

"Why do you think Dave was so insistent about Paul having a vagina?" Abby asked, she'd wanted to ask before but didn't want to interrupt the story.

"Who knows, boys are gross. Hopefully he was just messing with him. I made Paul promise not to let him touch it or anything."

"Probably a good idea." Abby said, nodding along. "I hope he knows that if he's menstruating he can probably get pregnant."

"Oh yeah, I didn't think to mention it but that's a good point." Sarah said.

"Wow, you have had a crazy couple days." Abby said, almost sounding jealous. "I still can't believe magic is real. Not just spiritual stuff, but grow-a-dick magic."

"Yeah, I'm still struggling to believe it myself. Though I feel more in control of the magic now than I did before, and that helps it feel less scary." Sarah said, finishing her sandwich.

"It sounds like you're really making it work for you. How many push-ups can you do now?"

"Let's find out." Sarah said, immediately getting in position. Even facing downhill she was able to do 50 full push-ups without resting.

Abby watch as Sarah did one after another, she made it look effortless. Each time she completed a push-up, Abby picked a blade of grass and added it to a growing collection in her spare hand. Gradually though her attitude shifted from impressed to impatient.

"Enough!" Abby said. "You've proved your point, now stop showing off." She punctuated her last sentence by throwing the handful of grass at Sarah. "We've spent the entire lunch talking about your magical stuff and we haven't even started to talk about mine."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you had magical stuff." Sarah said. She checked the time to see how much they had left. "Crap, we were supposed to be back in the office ten minutes ago!" She exclaimed, standing up and gathering their things.

Abby's impatience evaporated in the rush to pack up. They'd have to talk about her secrets another day. As they raced back to the car she attempted to pick the stray bits of grass off her bosses back.

When they got back to the office they saw a police car parked conspicuously at the front of the building.

John the office manager met them in the lobby, he looked stressed. "Oh Sarah, Abigail, there you are. The police are looking for you."

---

Paul's web searching had been mostly futile. He found a definition on Urban Dictionary and a variety of novelty handcuffs that suggested 'Kinky Kuffs' was too general of a term to be of much use on its own.

He scoured Amazon for any hint of the handcuffs. There were dozens of similar looking items, but none that were quite right. Near the last page he finally saw a box like the one that had arrived at the house. It was listed with one picture and only a few bullet points, which looked to be excerpts from the instructions. There wasn't even a buy button, only a link saying "Available from these sellers." When he clicked on the link there was only one seller listed, they had no other products, no customer reviews, no information listed at all other than the company name: 'Gifts by Johnathan'.

Paul got so frustrated at all the dead ends that he gave up looking. He considered texting Dave about when they should meet, but didn't want to seem overly interested. He ended up unpacking for another hour or so until the doorbell rang.

Dave was at the door, keys in hand. "Hey Pauli, hop in. Drinks are on me." He said in an upbeat tone, gesturing over his shoulder to the truck parked in Paul's driveway.

Paul wasn't sure where Dave planned on taking him, but he found himself locking the house and following him to the truck almost automatically.

Dave's truck was big, loud, and had a squarish look showed its age; it looked to be nearly as old as Dave was. Some of the panels were painted different colors, like they'd been salvaged from other trucks over the years. There were no step bars, so it took Paul a bit of effort to get up into the cab.

"Sorry about the climb, she's a bit of a work in progress." Dave said, thumping the dash. Paul buckled in and they sped off.

True to Dave's implication, he took them to a bar. It had an unassuming entrance, just a neon sign on a wall next to the door, but inside it was packed with arcade machines.

"Wow!" Paul said, surprised by the interior.

"Yeah, they call it a 'barcade', have you never seen one before?" Dave asked.

"No, this is new to me. I don't drink much."

"Well I suggest you make an exception today, the house drinks are pretty good here. And like I said, I'm buying."

"Alright, yeah, I can have a drink or two. I mean, I already have a ride home." Paul conceded.

"That's the spirit. Let me order for you." Dave ordered two drinks from the bartender and then turned back to Paul. "Want to grab us a seat?"

It was early afternoon, so the bar was mostly empty. Paul easily found a secluded table for their conversation, and soon after Dave joined him with their drinks.

"Here you go." Dave said, passing a glass to Paul. "So, you wanted to ask me about the Kinky Kuffs?" He said, getting straight to the point.

"Yeah, I want to find out as much as I can. Where do they come from? How do they work? And if you have any pointers on how to use them I'm all ears. Also, you said they're cursed, I'd like to know more about that." Paul said in a rushed jumble. He was feeling more anxious about this conversation than he thought he would. He took a big gulp of his drink in an attempt to steady his nerves, it seemed to be some sort of peach cocktail.

"Whoa, that's a lot of questions. Let's see if I can sort a few out for you. Where did they come from? No idea. I got them as a housewarming gift when I moved here, I assume you did too. Not everyone in our neighborhood gets them, in fact you're only the second person I've met who has, but we all live near each other so it seems to have something to do with location. That's all I know about their origins." Dave said. He took a deep swig of his beer, then a big breath and carried on.

"As for how they work, I have no idea; except that it has something to do with arousal. However they work, that seems to be the fuel. At least one of you needs to be turned on for the commands to have any effect, and for anything big both people need to be pretty horny." Dave took another drink and thought for a moment. "Where was I?"

"Any pointers?" Paul suggested.

"Oh right, let's skip that one for now and get to the curse, because that's another easy answer: I just know. I can feel it in my gut, those handcuffs are no good. Man wasn't meant to have such power, it's too much temptation. They tear couples apart. It happened to me, and now I'm cursed to watch it happen again and again." He took a final swig, finishing off his beer. "But at least they're a lot of fun."

"Hmm" Paul could tell Dave wasn't giving him the whole story, but everything he said seemed genuine. "I guess they're more fun when you know what you're doing."

"So you haven't had fun? Because you told me something different last night."

Paul's cheeks felt hot "Well some things have been fun, but I'm not sure it outweighs the mishaps."

"Mishaps?"

"I don't want to get into it. The short version is that I never meant to grow a vagina in the first place." Paul admitted, finishing his drink and putting the empty glass by Dave's.

"Ha ha, how's that possible?" Dave asked. "You had to accept the command, didn't you?"

Paul was feeling increasingly uncomfortable talking about it. "I didn't know what else to do, I had an erection that wouldn't go away. It was the first command Sarah said that worked." Paul explained.

"Oh, I get it now." Dave said, with another little laugh. "I almost feel bad now for getting you to keep it. I didn't know it was an accident."

"Why did you ask me to show it to you yesterday?" Paul asked, remembering another question that had been on his mind.

"Oh, just a hunch. The front of your pants was super flat, but there's no way to accept a command without getting an erection. I figured you either had the world's smallest penis, or you'd tried out one of the first suggestions in the book. I don't fancy myself much of a detective, but I put the pieces together that time, I just wanted to see if I was right." Dave stood up and collected the empty glasses. "I'm going to get another round of drinks. See if you can find any good arcade games, ideally with multiplayer."

Paul was left at a bit of a loss. Things weren't going how he had expected, but he was getting a fair amount of information anyway, and the drinks were good. He glanced around the room for a good game to play.

When Dave came back he found Paul by the Street Fighter cabinet. "Ah, Street Fighter, classic." Dave said, handing Paul his drink.

"It was this or Gauntlet." Paul said, taking a sip.

"Bah, Gauntlet sucks. We should play Street Fighter, and I'll go over some Kinky Kuffs advice while we're at it. Here, I've got quarters." He said, dumping a handful of change onto the little table next to the arcade machine.

Dave won the first round pretty quick, but as Paul got used to the arcade controls he started to put up more of a fight.

"Played this game before?" Dave asked.

"Yeah, but only on my buddy's Super Nintendo. It's been a while, but it's coming back to me." Paul said, concentrating intently on the next match.

As they played Dave gave insights about the handcuffs. "Now I learned what I know through trial and error, so don't take it as gospel, but here's what I've been able to figure out." He said, not breaking concentration on the game. "First, it seems like the handcuffs work off a sort of shared understanding. Both of you have to have some idea of what the command means, how it would work, and that understanding has to line up somehow. You couldn't command somebody to tell you the winning lotto numbers for example, unless somehow one of you already knew them before the command."

Paul nodded along. It was hard to pay attention and play at the same time, but he seemed to be doing alright. This was more the sort of information he'd been looking for.

"Also, you can't change anything that breaks the laws of physics. I mean the transformations themselves can, but you can't make someone invisible or able to shoot fire out of their hands. As soon as the handcuffs come off, the magic stops." Dave took a break as the match ended and downed the rest of his beer, then he plopped in another quarter for each of them.

"But I'm not wearing the handcuffs now and none of my changes have gone away." Paul said, unsure of what Dave meant.

"Yeah, the changes don't go away, but once the handcuffs are removed they're sort of set in place. You'd need to put the handcuffs on again to make another change." Dave explained, hoping that made sense.

"Oh, so like you couldn't command someone's nose to grow longer whenever they lie?"

"Yeah. Well, you could, but it would only work as long as they wore the handcuffs. No magic handcuffs, no magic changes."

Paul nodded along. The handcuffs were beginning to make more sense, and he was getting a lot better at this game. With each match he remembered combos he had forgotten.

"Oh yeah." Dave said after a couple more rounds of Street Fighter, remembering another tidbit. "You need to be in the same room when you give a command. You can't do it over the phone or something."

"What about those texts last night?" Paul asked.

"You just did what I said because you'd accepted my command earlier telling you I was the boss. I couldn't make any new changes over text message. You'll know when a command is magical, they start with a tingle and you have to let it in." Dave explained.

While Dave was talking Paul executed a series of combos that completely obliterated his opponent, winning the third game in a row.

"Nicely done." Dave said. They were down to just two quarters. "I feel like that's all I can explain with words alone, it would be a lot easier with a demonstration." He rubbed the quarters together as he thought for a moment. "How about a wager? Whoever wins this next round gets to make one change to the other person."

"How would that be better than talking about it?"

"A lot of people learn better by doing." Dave said simply. "I just think it would be easier to understand with a practical example."

"Couldn't we just talk about it hypothetically and skip the part with the handcuffs?" Paul asked.

"Where's the fun in that? Tell you what, if you win we can do it hypothetically." Dave said.

"No way, if you won't agree to it now there's no way I'll go easy on you once I win." Paul taunted.

"So we have a deal?" Dave asked.

Paul considered Dave's proposition. He had been doing really well in Street Fighter, but not well enough for it to be a sure thing; and Dave would almost certainly play harder with something on the line. On the other hand, he liked the idea of being able to put Dave in the handcuffs. He'd got pretty tired of deferring to his orders all the time. But if he lost he'd be breaking a promise to Sarah.

"I don't know, that seems like a big bet. And I promised Sarah she'd find me unchanged."

"She will find you unchanged. I'm not suggesting anything permanent, just a demonstration. I wouldn't let you do anything permanent to me either." Dave reasoned with him. "Here's what I was thinking: we play this next round, then we go home. One of us uses the handcuffs to change the other, we discuss what we've learned, then we change back."

Dave was making it sound like a friendly learning experience, but Paul still had reservations. He remembered the last time Dave had tricked him with the handcuffs. "Do you promise we'll both be back to normal by the time Sarah gets home?"

"You have my word. She'll find you just how she left you." Dave said, putting his hand over his heart in a solemn oath.

Paul considered his options. If what Dave really wanted was to get him back in the handcuffs, he could have just told him to put them on this morning instead of taking him to the bar. Plus, he had won the last three games, the odds seemed likely that Dave would be the one in handcuffs. This might be his only chance to get Dave to accept a command from him. Maybe it was the drinks talking, but he really felt like he could take him.

"You're on." Paul said, pushing the final quarters into their respective slots.

The match was over quickly, Dave was the clear champion. Paul once again felt like he'd been tricked. Dave had obviously been holding back before, toying with him.

Dave gave him a moment to recover from the loss. "Sorry man, I play way worse when I'm talking about something. I should have warned you."

That didn't seem particularly likely to Paul, but he didn't see any point in fighting about it now. "Hey, we all gotta lose some times." Paul said, trying to brush it off.

Dave paid the tab and they made their way back to his truck. "So what would you have changed about me?" Dave asked as they got in the cab. "If you had won I mean."

"I don't know." Paul said. He had a few good ideas, but none he felt like sharing now that the shoe was on the other foot. "Make your hair orange." He said, trying to think of something benign.

"And take away my soul? That's harsh bro, and here I was planning to give you your dick back."

Paul looked hopeful for a moment before remembering something. "Actually, you'll need to think of something else. I promised Sarah we wouldn't do anything below-the-belt."

"Below the belt?" Dave asked. "What kind of meet-up did she think this was?"

"I don't know, I think she was worried because of what you said in your text. I guess she thought you had something pervy planned."

"Oh, don't tell her about our texts. Those are private." Dave said, sounding a little annoyed for a moment, but then he was cool again. "Well that's okay, we can work around that. I'll just have to think of something else, and then think of a way to reverse it that's sexy enough to make the magic work. Fine with me, I like hard mode."

They pulled back into Paul's driveway and went inside. "Alright Pauli, you ready to fill your side of the bargain?" Dave asked. "One change, which I'll be sure to reverse before your wife gets home."

"Sure, let's get it over with." Paul said. "But for the last time, we aren't married."

"You act like you are." Dave said, casually biting a nail.

Paul rolled his eyes and went to get the handcuffs. He felt dumb for getting himself into this situation, for letting Dave change him again. At the same time, he'd learned so much already from their conversation, and he was sure he'd be able to learn more from Dave's command. At least he'd only have to live with the change for a few hours.

He found Dave on the couch, messing with the TV. "Here." He said, tossing Dave the Kinky Kuffs.

"Alright." Dave said, standing up and walking over to Paul. "I'll say the command, then when it's over I'll explain my process. Sound good?"

"Okay." Paul said. He was still unsure about what would be asked of him, but he was willing to try.

Dave clicked the handcuffs around Paul's wrists, locking his hands in front of his waist. "Alright, now we just need some arousal to make it work. Mind if I put on some porn?"

Paul wasn't thrilled at the thought, but he couldn't think of a better suggestion off the top of his head. Dave flipped through a couple pages of videos as they took turns suggesting and refusing different ones. Eventually they settled on one they both liked and Dave started playing it on the TV.

For a time they just sat there while the video played. It wasn't what Paul would have picked on his own, but as it progressed he could feel himself responding to the sex on the screen. Eventually Paul broke the silence "I think I'm ready if you are."

Dave took the chain in his hand and stood up, pulling Paul's arms up a bit with him. "Alright, I want you to listen carefully, our mutual understanding is what makes something like this work."

Paul nodded, he still had no clue as to what Dave was about to say, but he was ready to give it his best effort.

"Grow a big pair of super sensitive breasts." Dave commanded. Paul was stunned, he started to feel the magic build, and Dave kept talking. "They should be big even on someone your size. Something like hers." He said, gesturing at the porn star on the TV. "Make them hairless and soft too, with big nipples." Dave went on. The tingle got stronger, but still Paul held out.

"Seriously?" Paul complained. "What happened to giving me a break?"

"That was before I knew all the conditions. Trust me, this will be fun. Just go with it." Dave encouraged.

Paul could already feel his resistance begin to falter. He hated being so easy to boss around, but there was also something exciting about it. It wasn't his fault he was about to grow a big pair of breasts; he didn't ask for this, he lost a bet, Dave told him to do it.

"Now, let me explain what I mean by super sensitive." Dave said, lifting Paul to his feet and once again holding his arms above his head by the handcuffs. His free hand reached out towards one of Paul's nipples, which were now firm enough to be visible through his shirt.

"By super sensitive I mean that your nipples should be able to make you cum." He clarified, giving the nipple a little brush with his fingertip. "You know how you can rub one out real quick when you're turned on? That's what your nipples should be like." He reached over and stroked Paul's other nipple. "I want you to switch it so that your nipples are what get you off, these are your primary erogenous zone now." He concluded. The tingling surged once more.

This time Paul welcomed the magic into his body, allowing the changes. He had wanted to refuse when Dave first gave the command, but now he found himself accepting. The breasts would only be temporary, there was no reason to start a fight about it. Besides, it was far too late to back out of the wager now.

The magic coursed into his chest, swelling and spreading. He could feel the tingling pulse in time with his heart beat, which was now thumping in anxious anticipation. Every wave of magic made his chest swell a little more, and before long he could see his shirt beginning to bulge. Under the fabric his chest was already nearly hairless; the magic had rapidly altered his skin, leaving it soft and smooth.

As Paul's breasts continued to grow the tingling began to concentrate in his nipples, which Dave watched intently while the changes took hold. Paul's nipples became taller and wider. Soon they were easily triple the size they had started, poking out from his shirt in little points. His breasts had grown much larger too, straining against the thin cotton and causing it to ride up his waist. Having his arms over his head didn't seem to help, he felt like it made his new boobs stick out even more, and he couldn't do anything to cover himself.

Despite Paul's initial discomfort with the command, the actual feeling of his breasts magically growing in was incredibly erotic. He found himself quickly swept up in the moment, lost in the sensations. The tingling in his nipples had almost become an itch, he wished his hands were free so he could do something other than stand there. He felt like his breasts were on display, he wanted to cover them his hands. He wanted to hold his breasts; he felt like they needed to be held.

Dave reached out and brushed one of Paul's nipples like he had earlier. It felt different this time. Dave's touch sent a bolt of pleasure through him, it was almost like he had reached down and stroked his clit. The touch heightened his arousal and made him ache for more. It was like Dave had described, his nipples had become his sexual center. Paul did his best to hide his reaction, he didn't want to give Dave the wrong idea or encourage him. Dave must have noticed something though, because he soon reached out again.

Paul didn't even consider telling Dave to stop. The parts of his mind that wanted to avoid doing anything sexual with Dave had been subdued under a heavy fog of titillation. When Dave stroked his nipples for a third time Paul let out a quiet moan. He had been trying not to make any sounds, but eventually it slipped out of him. The warm tingles of the magic combined with the touching had got him so worked up that he felt like he was about to cum. He silently hoped Dave would think the sound came from the TV.

Dave heard exactly where the sound came from. He started to lightly pinch and roll Paul's nipple, using more pressure than before. At the same time he bent over and put his mouth over Paul's other nipple. Dave licked at the hard nub through Paul's shirt, holding it in place with his lips and stroking with his tongue.

Paul moaned louder. There didn't seem to be any point in holding it in anymore. The changes had reached their climax, and soon he would too.

In another moment Paul was twitching in ecstasy, he felt sure he would have collapsed if Dave hadn't been holding him upright with his powerful arm. Even though nothing had stimulated him between his legs he could feel his vagina twitch along like a regular orgasm. The feeling was more concentrated in his chest, but otherwise the waves of euphoria felt similar too. Paul closed his eyes as he was lowered back onto the couch by Dave, still recovering his wits.

"See?" Said Dave. "Nothing below-the-belt."