The Ballad of Maggie Pt. 01

"Uh, privacy?" Maggie proposed meekly.

"Given your volume, I think you're past that point tonight. I was trying to get some sleep, you know."

Maggie always tried to be a good housemate. Really, her sense of courtesy was generally quite good. A wave of guilt and shame washed over her. It wasn't about the sex, though. She was kind of proud of her initiative and apparent sexual prowess that she showed. It was about mistreating Beth, whom she really liked. "Sorry."

Beth stared at her face for a full minute. It was flushed, and the sweat, smeared makeup, and running glitter combined to make her look beyond sorry. "Look, wash up, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. You've got to walk me in anyway." She turned to go back to bed. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. I'm really sorry."

"I know."

Josh staggered out. "I'm sorry," he said.

"For what?" Maggie asked.

"You said to be quiet with your roommate. I should have found a way to help."

Maggie snorted. "That's sweet, but you should head back. I need to figure out what the hell to about my bed."

"Do you want my number?" he asked.

"Sure. Leave it on my desk."

He found a post-it and a pen. "It was fun. I'll see you around," Josh said.

"Yeah. See you around."

"He was nice, at least," Maggie said. They were walking toward campus. It a was a slower pace than usual. Maggie's thighs, hips, and abdominal muscles were quite sore.

"Like, MRA nice guy?" Beth asked.

"No, no. I mean an actual nice guy. I feel kind of bad for kicking him out."

"Eh, you apparently really needed to get laid. I haven't gotten any action since the accident, and I don't think I've ever needed a fucking as much as you did yesterday."

"I know." A brief gust of chilly wind kicked up Maggie's skirt. She almost fell over keeping it down.

"Still no panties?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, I looked up internet reports on Be Your Sexiest!® shaving supplies. They keep you from wearing panties for a couple of weeks. You can start wearing knee length skirts and normal shirts after twelve hours, though. I can put on a full skirt in a couple of days and pants in a week. At least, I don't need to shave for two or three months."

"Huh. You make it sound like it's almost worth it."

"I'm on the fence right now. I have to admit that I feel really smooth. I might have shown a whole club my pussy last night, though."

"And I was starting to feel special about seeing it last night."

"Look, I am really sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect you."

"I know. I'm not too mad. It was out of character for you."

"Yeah, but I still feel like getting some more, maybe this weekend."

"You calling Josh?"

"I don't know. I wouldn't mind another tumble with him, but I feel like sowing my wild oats. I'm not ready for another relationship now."

"Okay, so long as I don't lose anymore sleep over it."

Maggie sat down in her Early British Novels class and sighed. After the long walk carrying Beth most of the way, it felt good to relax her sore muscles. She was ten minutes early, so she drew her phone to check on the news and other things, but she sensed a figure nearby. She looked over to see the four-legged woman that she saw in the club the previous night.

"Hey, I'm Nichelle Schmidt. I think I saw you last night."

Great, Maggie thought. More stupid consequences of last night. "Uh, yeah, I guess? What's up?"

"Well, I've seen you around campus with that girl with arms for legs, and I thought you might be interested in joining my club."

Well, that took an unexpected tack. "What club?"

The fellow student reached into her purse to pull out a card. "I run the Society for the Acceptance of the Transformed here. We're all about making sure that transformed people keep their rights and have good lives."

"I'm not transformed, though."

"Right, I know. We recruit non-transformed supporters, too, and you hang out with... what's your friend's name?"

"Beth."

"Okay, cool. You hang out with Beth, and that means you don't discriminate. Plus, I'm, like, 80% sure you had used a Be Your Sexiest!® shaving kit last night. Your kitty was smooth, girl." Nichelle kept her voice a bit low for that last part.

Now, the embarrassment that she didn't feel the last night came rolling in. Red-faced, Maggie said, "Um, and why is that important?" She checked the room to make sure that they didn't have an audience. Things were fine.

"Well, if you're willing to dabble in magic, you're probably going to do fine with our group."

"I thought that the transformed learned a hard lesson about not dabbling with magic."

"A lot of us, yes. Me? Well, let's just say that not all transformed are the victims of some curse." She winked.

Slightly stunned, Maggie asked, "You did that to yourself?"

"Kind of. It's a long story, but here's the thing... Are you for gay rights?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"Well, I don't think we should discriminate against people because of who they love."

"Okay, a pretty stock answer. Do you think gay people have a choice about their sexuality?"

"For the most part, no. I guess some of the magic stuff might affect things, though."

"True, but back when people were really debating the whole gay marriage thing, some people insisted that it was important that gays didn't have a choice about who they could love, right?"

"Right."

"Well," Nichelle continued, "would it matter if they did?"

"Probably not."

"The same thing goes for the transformed. If someone chooses it, the Society platform is that the person should be given the same respect as someone who didn't choose it."

"Are you suggesting that I want to be transformed?"

"No, no. I mean that you were willing to play with magic, and everyone has some idea of the risks."

"I thought the Be Your Sexiest!® stuff was never permanent."

"That's mostly right. I've heard of addicts to it, though. There can be permanent effects for them."

"I didn't see that on the internet."

"You probably didn't look long enough. Anyway, magic is always risky. If you're willing to play with it, I don't see a problem. You should come and talk to us. We're meeting Friday night to talk about ourselves. It's going to be a getting-to-know-you kind of meeting. For some, it's kind of like therapy." Nichelle then backed off and found her seat on the floor. Maggie looked her over. At the club, it was clear that she had six breasts on the middle torso area. It looked like the clothes she wore in class tended to drape, so no one would be able to tell that.

"Oh good, you're here," Beth said. She took off her gloves that she wore for mobility. They were tough leather with hard rubber pads and made for durability, but they tended to get a little gross, just as the bottoms of shoes do.

"Yup, how was class?" Maggie asked.

"I'm managing the shit out of data."

"I don't know what that means."

"It's all IT jargon, so you wouldn't get it."

"Uh huh. Hey listen, I met this chick in class today, and she wanted to know if we wanted to join her club."

Beth's eyes narrowed. "What club?"

"The Society for the Acceptance of the Transformed. She gave me a card. It's in the top pocket."

As Beth rooted around the pocket, she said, "Yeah, some dude asked me about that about two weeks ago. I figured he was just a creepster."

"Well, she said it was about helping people like you. I think it might be interesting."

"Interesting? That's not how I like to think about my condition. I haven't really met many of my kind, though, so... why not? You weren't planning to do anything but get laid on Friday, were you?"

"Hey, I've got all weekend." Maggie wasn't totally sure she wanted to wait until the weekend. Self control, she told herself.

"Why are you wanting to go, anyway?"

"Well, the girl who talked me seemed really nice. She also mentioned that she saw me at the club."

"Okay, that's weird. She didn't blackmail you or anything?" Beth only heard silence, so she continued, "You know, a dark cult of transformation, using leverage to get fresh victims. That sort of thing."

"Heh. No, she said that she thought I was using that magical razor and said that those interested in magic are welcome to come. I think she could teach me some things."

"What things?" Beth asked.

"I don't know. She seemed wise, somehow, you know? She talked about how magic was risky but that it wasn't all bad. You probably find that offensive."

"A little, yeah. Look, it's okay, though. We'll go, and we don't have to go again."

That evening, Maggie had an evening Documenting the Theater film class. Beth was doing the dishes. She had a sort of monkey bar thing installed, so she did them upside down. It worked for dishes, but unless she got an asbestos suit, she wasn't going to use it for cooking over the stove. "She rocks... She flips! And she sticks the landing!" Arms didn't weigh as much as legs, so Beth could accomplish unusual feats of acrobatics.

She went past Maggie's room when she caught a strong whiff of strawberries. "Again?" she said. The laundry basket was overstuffed with Maggie's bedding, and it wreaked of strawberries. Something about that smell... Oh dear, Beth thought. That magic shit has a life of its own, doesn't it? Beth wasn't asexual or anything, but her romantic self-confidence took a big hit after the accident, and she just really didn't tend to think about sex much. Last night was a different experience, though. She saw Maggie naked and oozing erotic energy. She could remember that enflamed pussy and tousled hair. The smell brought her back, but it seemed to contain a bit of its own aphrodisiac properties.

She started to leave when she saw the spilled contents of Maggie's shopping bag. That dildo... Beth once considered getting a sex toy, but she could be pretty handy on her own. Plus, she was raised in a conservative household. But there is sat unopened. Maggie owes me one, anyway, she thought. Beth grabbed it and brought it into her own room. She unwrapped it and looked it over. It was blue with blue speckles in it. It had a phallic shape. Well, sort of. She'd never seen a dick like it, not that she was all that experienced. The head? Was that what it was? Well, the head was kind of long, and it had these little flappy flanges coming up the base.

She closed her door and stripped down. She then closed her eyes and remembered her last boyfriend. He was a loser, but there were good times. One of those times worked for her. It was when they discovered doggy style. She thought it would look stupid, but it felt great. Yeah, there we go, she thought. She lubricated, and she started to insert the fake phallus. "Mmm..." It had been a long time since anything but a tampon had been in there. The stretching felt nice, and she went slow. "Ah," she said, laying back.

She used her upper arms to play with her substantial tits. They weren't this big before the accident, but since they were not especially abnormal, few knew this. Only she knew that her nipples were pretty sensitive. For most women, squishing breasts was uncomfortable, but since the accident, she actually liked them getting squeezed. It was one reason she liked hugs so much. Now, she could mash them and tweak them. Her lower arms started working the dildo, and it felt pretty good.

That said, she was always a clit-centric girl, so she stopped thrusting the toy and used her lower fingers to tweak her love button. The dildo kept her filled, and the breast-play and clit play combined got her moaning. She trembled, mouth agape, making little inhalations with hoarse moans. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she shouted as her clitoris lit up. She felt like she was having an orgasm in each breast, too- not just her nipples but her whole set of boobs. She came pretty hard. It was sweet, and she lay back a bit.

"Okay, time to play some games," she said to herself. She started to pull the toy out, but when it was almost there, it stuck. "What the hell?" She tugged harder. By the time she was using all four hands, it kind of hurt. It slid in and out okay, but when it reached the last inch or so, it just stopped, like it was glued it. She looked at the package. "Oh, shit. It's magic."

She read the label. The warning was about prolonged exposure. She reread the package. It said nothing about getting stuck. Then, the door to the apartment opened.

"Hey, Beth, I'm home!"

Fuck, should I tell her? Yesterday, I saw her hoo-haw. What the fuck? "Hey, Maggie, I think I did a dumb thing."

There were a couple of light thuds and then, "Shit, did you know my room still smells like that strawberry jizz? What did you say?"

"I said, I think I did something stupid."

Maggie was at her door. "You need some help?"

"Um..." Beth's heart raced. This was pretty ridiculous. "Yeah, the door's open, but promise you won't laugh or get mad."

"Okay." Maggie cautiously opened the door and beheld the her naked friend awkwardly sprawled out on her bed with a blue dildo most of the way out of her twat. "Okay, you decided you were lonely and started playing with my impulse buy."

"Pretty much," Beth said. "This sucks."

"What's the problem?"

Beth started to cry a little. "It won't come out!"

"Did you read the package?"

"Yes, it didn't say anything about this."

"Okay, hold on." Maggie turned to Beth's computer. "I found a webpage that talks about these things. Hold on... Here we go. 'The package only warns about discoloration, but the real "danger" is hinted at in the product description. You have to get off primarily from penetration. For some, this is difficult, but the magic makes it possible for those kinds of people. The longer the dildo stays in, the more discoloration there will be. The discoloration appears to be in proportion to the added internal sensitivity. If you can't get off now, wait, and try again. Walking may be awkward.'"

"Walking is always awkward for me."

"True. Let me take a look."

"I guess that's fair after last night."

"This will make us even."

"Yeah, no hard feelings."

Maggie gave the dildo a tug. It stuck. She pushed it in a bit, and Beth squirmed. Her inner labia were now an artificial color of blue. There were even reflective blue flecks in them. Another tug, and it was apparently still stuck. "I don't feel comfortable fucking you with a dildo," Maggie finally said.

"Uh, right. Look, I'm a bit too scared and pissed off right now anyway. I think I'll keep it in for a bit. They said it would get easier to finish the longer it stayed, right?"

"Yup. It says here that the discoloration can last up to two weeks, but that's only in extreme circumstances."

"I'm not showing off my crotch anyway... unlike some people here."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Let's shoot at each other for a bit. It will get our minds off of things."

"Okay," Beth said as Maggie left the room. She found her panties and stuffed the dildo all the way in. That felt better than penetration usually did. It still stuck out a bit, so there was a slight bulge in the panties. She put on a shirt and her specialty shorts.

A couple hours later, Beth returned to her room, having bested Maggie in most matches. Once again, she disrobed. "Great," she muttered. Her pubes were bright blue. She used her hand mirror to see that her whole crotch was blue like the dildo, all the way from her anus to her entire pubic mound. Once again, she assumed her jilling off position and got to it. The dildo glided so smoothly now, as it seemed to keep so much of her juices in her vagina. "Wow..." It was like her cervix was a second clitoris. She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it, as she guided each thrust to pound her newly sensitive inner cunt. Pretty soon, her mind was filled with images of being fucked senseless by a faceless man with an enormous cock.

Slam! She was pretty sure that she was drooling. Pound! Was that pussy juice running down her ass? Slam! Yep, it dripped. Furiously, she forced the magical toy to bang her white hot cunt. She orgasmed alright. And she kept orgasming for at least five minutes straight, when she gingerly withdrew the dildo. In her addled mind, Beth considered whether it was worth it. She hadn't really lost anything, except some dignity maybe, and the only one that had any dirt on her about it was someone she had just heard getting fucked the night before. It was a bad idea to play with magic like that, but orgasming like that was catharsis. Would Maggie want the dildo back? That would be weird.

The two friends showed up at the North Classroom Building for the meeting. They wound their way into the basement to find Nichelle chatting with a young man. "Hey, I'm glad you guys came. There are some rules, though, okay?"

"Alright," Beth said. "What rules?"

"Well, for now, the club is pretty much ladies only. My boyfriend Chris is going to stand watch outside. There are some creeps out there."

"No problem for us," Maggie said.

"Right. Because a lot of the transformed can look normal most of the time, we have a rule about meetings like this being all nude."

"Nude?" Beth asked, suddenly considering the state of her groin.

"Yep. Look, for some, it's just more comfortable. It helps us talk about things, too. Everyone is curious about us, even each other. Different transformations look different. It's not so bad; just make sure not to leer at us freaks, okay?"

"Uh... I'm not so sure about this," Beth said.

"Me neither," Maggie said, "but I think we should do it. I assume you have a no camera or cell phone rule?"

"Of course. Oh look! There's Britney and Joy!" Two normal looking women walked down the hall hand-in-hand. Maggie and Beth looked at each other, shrugged, and then walked into the door. The club had put up a set of dividers to separate a dressing area from the main area. They quickly disrobed and went into the main room. It was a classroom with rolling desks and. The club modified it by adding a few bean bag chairs, large pillows, and a towel rack.

Beth took a bean bag chair, while Maggie pulled up a desk next to her. Already, several women were in the room, some of them obvious transformees. Others looked pretty normal. Both girls decided not to ogle and chatted nervously. A couple minutes later, Nichelle entered and said, "Okay, let's get started. We'll tell our own stories, okay? Then, we'll need to elect leadership. I'm founding president, but it's only a temporary position until the club can elect a new leader."

There were ten of obviously transformed people and four other not-so-obviously transformed people or just untransformed at all like Maggie. "I'll start," Nichelle continued. Nichelle reclined on a large pillow near the whiteboard so that her lower torso lay sideways, and her upper torso was upright. Her extra six breasts were clearly visible, as were her two vulvas, one between each pair of legs. "My name is Nichelle Schmidt. I'm a junior majoring in political science. Okay, so my own transformation was two years ago. I tried some of the Be Your Sexiest!® pantyhose. It makes your legs longer and gives your this really sexy walk. The trouble is that when you sit still, you kind of have to put your legs in a sensual pose, or you get really uncomfortable. That got me into some trouble in class, you know?

"Anyway, I thought the leg effects were kind of cool, and I decided to see what others were saying. Sure enough, there is this group of amateurs working with magic, and some of them had figured out how to pick apart the magic in Be Your Sexiest!® stuff. They used some spells they made, and I thought it would be neat to try them out. Well, I worked up a little ritual on the pantyhose, and it backfired. That's when I grew the extra set of legs and pussy. At first, this was a big problem, you know? I had to find clothes, tell my parents... Shit, they didn't take it well and still don't. It worked out okay, though. I learned so stuff about magic, and I try little things from time to time.