The Witch, Boy, and Penis

She tilted her head. "How come? I know it's very strange, but you are still mostly you. It's not like you need to strip to type on a computer."

"I feel really off without that attached," I said, pointing to her desk. "It's like a part of me is missing. And I can't go into work carrying my dick in my hand."

"No, but work might help distract you; get your mind off things."

"It might. Or it might make things worse if more symptoms come up."

"That's true. We don't know what else could happen."

"I'll just use some sick days. I have some stored up." I chuckled slightly, adding, "I was going to use them for hooky anyway. At least this way its legitimate."

She gave me a small smile. "Better to stay honest." Clearing her throat, she then picked up her notes again, jotting stuff down. "Do you have any other symptoms currently?"

Yeah, two. My body is still sensitive, though not as much. It seems to be focused around my chest and waist."

She paused her notes for a second, but quickly resumed. "And the second?"

I coughed slightly. "I've been horny since I've gotten up."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

Nodding to my dick, I answered, "None of this is what I'd find sexy. But my body really wants some."

"I wonder..." She penciled something, then put down her notes. "I have some theories, but I don't want to jump to conclusions yet. Let me do some research."

"I'll come back in a few hours," I said, picking up the bundle from the desk.

"In the meantime, can you please figure out if that is anatomically correct," she said, pointing between my legs.

My cheeks reddened as I nodded.

"I'm sorry about this, Jeff."

I paused at the door before I said over my shoulder, "I know you can fix it Amy."

My bedroom door slammed a bit harder than I intended when I reached my room. I was angry, but it was at the situation more than her. She didn't know this would happen, but now I was stuck in it. Instead of taking my anger out on something, though, I did my best to distract myself. After a quick call to my boss to call off, I spent the next hour scrolling through videos. They weren't thrilled about me missing work, but they were sympathetic to my fake coughs that they let it go. Soon, I forgot about it as I got lost in endless clips and dumb shorts. I barely paid attention, though. The entire time, my mind was on one thing. Getting some release. But I was reluctant to touch my dick. I didn't know what would happen. Which left one option.

I paused the clip of the dancing cat and glanced between my legs. I could feel my boxers soaking between my legs. It wanted me to touch it. The occasional brush of fabric was teasing for more. Slowly, my hand reached down and traveled down my waist. The closer I got, the higher my anticipation rose. When my made contact through all the cloth, my body jumped. I felt a rush of pleasure for just a moment while my hand felt the warmth.

"She did ask for me to check if it was all there," I said to no one.

Pulling my hand back, I snuck it underneath my waistband. The nervousness was gone and replaced by eagerness as my fingertips grazed the edge. A sudden jolt of pleasure hit me as I ran over something sensitive. I knew instantly that was the clit. Touching it once felt as if I rubbed the tip of my dick for a few seconds. I took a moment to catch my breath before moving away from it. With it so sensitive, it would be something to save. Slowly, I slid along the sides downward. I felt the folds as tingles flowed through me. They were a bit wet, but not enough for my taste. I reached the end but stopped when I felt normal skin. Past that was a different hole and it's not what I wanted. My middle finger then slid back upward until it found an entrance. I could feel it contract with the touch. The tip dampened and I could feel my juices flow downward. The pleasure felt right as I started to circle it. With each pass, I spread my fluids around until I was thoroughly soaked.

Then my fingers really started to work. I focused on just between the clit and entrance, making the pleasure flow. Each brush was like a stroke to my dick. In some ways, it was more. Instead of the pleasure being localized, it spread throughout my body. I could feel each jolt in my stomach and chest. Soon, though, I found it was just a tease. I needed more. Carefully, I moved my finger upward. My touch was light as I rubbed my clit again. I made sure to keep it gentle at first. Despite that, my hand jolted with each stroke. It was a sudden burst of pleasure each time. More intense that the underside of my dick ever felt. I had to move away after each flick just to give my body a breather. Soon, though, I had a rhythm down between teasing my clit and satisfying it.

I lost track of time as I laid there, playing with myself. It was thrilling to feel pleasure in such a different way. It didn't take long till I felt a buildup. It felt similar and different at the same time. As it drew closer, I lost my rhythm and found myself chasing the high. I focused on my clit and nothing else. Suddenly, the pleasure burst through me, and my body stiffened. Every fiber of my body froze as that pleasure flowed through every inch. It was more intense than I ever felt before. My eyes went white as I rode it for what felt like hours. Then, it faded and my body slacked. My hand slid out of my boxers as I laid there, catching my breath. Despite waiting a few minutes, the pleasure lingered. My fingers and toes all tingled as it lingered just below my stomach.

I could feel the smile on my face at finally achieving a release. Ever since I woke up, my body was calling for it and it finally got it. It felt so satisfying. And yet, I felt like I wanted more. I was still horny. It was even more surprising when I noticed I wasn't drained. I felt like I could go another round. Or ten. And, at that moment, I wanted to do nothing else.

I quickly pulled off my pants and boxers. They were both soaked as I peeled them off and threw them to the side. Before I could start again, though, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. My desk was wet. Curious, I got up and looked my desk where I left my dick sitting. The sheet it rested on was now soaked as a puddle of cum sat beyond the tip. It launched across the surface, almost to the edge.

Carefully, I reached out and gasped when I touched it. It felt as sensitive as it always did after cumming. I knew right then that it came when I did moments ago. But could it again? Quickly, I pulled out a spare towel from my dresser and cleaned up the mess. Then, I placed it underneath my dick with it pointed upward. I was surprised to see it stayed perfectly upright. There wasn't much of a curve to my dick, so it mostly pointed upward to the ceiling. I could feel the cloth under it ticking the underside.

Once I knew it wasn't going to topple, I moved back to my bed, removing my shirt as well. I then sat nude on my bed, my back against the wall. I had a clear line of sight of my dick. As soon as I reached down and grazed my folds, my dick twitched. I circled my clit slowly, already feeling super sensitive, and teased myself slightly. In front of me, my dick reacted, pulsating every few moments. Gently, I flicked my clit, causing my body to spasm slightly. My dick reacted too, spurting fluids suddenly. With each flick came more fluids.

It was strangely erotic watching my own dick react on the desk. Wanting more, I continued to play with myself. I kept it light while ramping it up occasionally. Each time, it jumped and oozed as if my fingers were touching it. Suddenly, I stopped as my finger paused on my entrance. I knew I had to try it, but a thought nagged in the back of my mind. Did I want to know if it was that real? It only took me a moment to answer that question. Everything else felt real; everything else was that real. I had to know. So, I slowly circled the entrance for a few moments before pushing in a finger. A moan escaped me. I could feel my finger sinking inside me, giving me a new type of pleasure. I could feel the soft interior as it sucked my finger deeper. Meanwhile, my dick started to flow. A continuous stream of fluids poured out and down onto the towel, soaking it. The sight heightened the feelings, causing me to moan more.

Without thinking, I inserted a second finger and plunged deeper. I was looking for something that I knew was there. Everything else was. It had to be. Then, my fingers pressed upward and found it, the g-spot. My body spasmed slightly, accompanied by my dick. It was less jarring than my clit, but just as impactful. I found myself playing with the g-spot while fingering myself rapidly. The combination was driving me forward, just like before. But it felt stronger, deeper. I couldn't stop. A moan escaped me as suddenly felt the pleasure crash once more. Only this time, I was watching my dick erupt. My body shook along with my dick, launching stream after stream of cum into the air. The force was so powerful, they almost hit the ceiling. I was too lost to care, though. The sight drove me further, causing my pussy to constrict on the fingers I held inside me. My toes curled and my back arched. Then, as suddenly as it came, it ended. My body collapsed back onto the bed and my fingers slipped out. I laid there watching my dick finish to a light dribble, twitching occasionally. The entire shaft was coated in my juices and glistened in the light.

It took me longer to catch my breath this time, but I was equally content. I could feel my body winding down slightly, but my dick remained hard. I knew that could probably go a third time if I wanted. But that need simmered to a dull ache. So, I was content with just idly rubbing myself and watching my dick pulse. Soon, I found myself dozing off, my hand still between my legs.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up to a knock on my door. My head took a minute to clear the fog. A glance around also reminded me of my situation. I could see my dick resting upward on my desk, now coated in dry cum. While still hard, it looked like it calmed down somewhat. My fingers and legs were also covered in dry cum of a different variety. It soaked into the bed sheets as well, leaving a small puddle. I could feel the longing to play with myself again, but it was easy to ignore as another knock rang through the room.

Quickly, I got up and grabbed my shirt and pants from the floor. I shuffled into them before opening the door just at a third knock. On the other side, Amy stood with a small bottle in her hand. She was fully dressed but had bags under her eyes and a look of exhaustion on her. I noticed her face was redder too, but she didn't seem out of breath.

"Good afternoon," she said with a weak smile. "Or should I say good morning?"

I quickly bit my tongue. I knew the joke was to release some tension, not make light of the situation. So, I smiled back instead.

"I've had a long morning. Learn anything helpful?"

"A few things. May I come in?"

Nodding, I moved to let her in. As she entered, I noticed her eyes go straight to my member on the desk. Her steps faltered and her face grew redder as she cleared her throat.

"I see you tested some things. Learn anything important?"

"Yeah, I learned there is only one way to get rid of my horniness. And it's still not gone."

"It's that bad?"

"I managed to lessen it. But I can't deny I want to go again." I sighed and sat on the bed. "I also learned everything works. And I mean everything."

She looked at me with widened eyes. "So... It's all there?"

"Yep. And it all works. Well, there is one part that I didn't test, but I won't be trying that."

Her head tilted in confusion, but quickly turned to recognition when I mimed having a large stomach.

"I agree we shouldn't test that. But this does help confirm some of my research."

I tapped the bed next to me. "What did you figure out?"

"Well, I figured out what went wrong. Or, rather, why it didn't work as expected." She set the bottle down on a clean part of the desk before joining me on the bed. "I learned that the Root of Crowsfoot is intended for only females. Thats why I only found references to them in my research. Its purpose is to help conceive by heightening their body's response and endurance. The combination with the ox eye fluid also seemed to heighten arousal and sexual drive while the horsehair and forget-me-not leaves increased your sensitivity."

"Then why did it do that?" I said, pointing at my dick.

"Because it is trying to help you conceive. And, to do that, it has to first... make you a female."

I felt the blood leave my face.

She saw my worry and quickly moved on. "The fact that it still functions normally tells me that it only partially worked. Most likely because the dose was too low. Instead, it created the ability for you to conceive. It didn't remove your male half completely. It also tells me that its reversable."

"Reversable how?"

"I need to find the ingredient with the opposite effect and administer it at the appropriate dose. Too much and it could make things worse."

"... Worse how?"

Glancing at the desk, she answered, "If I were to guess, you would grow another dick."

For the first time since this all happened, I found myself laughing. "We don't want that. Two of them would be impossible to clean up after."

Her eyes widened for a moment before she started laughing too. We both laughed as the tension finally lessened in the room. With a small smile, she grabbed the bottle and handed it to me.

"While I'm looking for the ingredient, you should take this. It will help with your body's sensitivity. It won't do anything for your heightened arousal, though. I'm afraid it's too connected to the Crowsfoot. Then I'll need another favor."

As I took it from her while asking, "What's that?"

"I need to borrow it for a bit," she said, pointing to my dick. "It will help me test the dosage once I find it."

"Wait, test how?"

"Don't worry. It won't be painful or anything. But certain reactions can tell me some things. Plus, after you drink that, you should barely feel anything I do."

"Alright. But, let me clean it up first." Glancing over, I couldn't help but be embarrassed at the mess.

"Of course," she replied quickly. "Just get it to me when you're ready."

She gave me an awkward smile before heading to the door. Her hand paused as it held the handle, though.

"Jeff... Thanks for not hating me."

"Of course," I said sympathetically.

After she left, I downed the bottle. It was tangy, but not terrible. Then, I grabbed both my dick and some fresh clothes and took a shower. It was strange to shower with all my changes. I could feel the water sliding down my legs, causing my body to react slightly. Every water drop sent shivers down my back. And cleaning my dick while holding it was almost a novelty. I could feel it pulse as I gingerly cleaned it. Luckily, Amy's potion worked quickly. I wasn't as sensitive as before and I was able to ignore the urge experiment more. Soon, I was able to clean off all the dry cum off both me and my dick.

When I finished, I dressed and knocked on Amy's door. I handed her my member wrapped in a towel and jokingly told her to be careful. She smiled back and promised she would. After that, I was forced to wait once again. I did what I could to distract myself. It helped that I was starving by that point. I'm guessing all that action left me ravaged. I think I ate half our fridge by the time I finished. After that, I focused on some shows. It wasn't easy. Especially when I felt the towel move and a whiff of cold air. I debated on asking about it, but quickly stopped myself. I knew Amy would handle it with care, so I stayed on the couch.

The bigger problem came a few hours later. As time went on, my horniness returned. I almost didn't notice it at first. It was only when I caught my fingers idling circling my pussy as the show played in the background. Pulling my hand back, I saw my fingers were already wet and I barely did anything. I took a moment to calm down before turning my attention back to the show. However, I caught my hand sneaking to the outside of my pants a few minutes later. I slowly traced the side of my leg, trying to distract myself. But the urge was strong by this point and there was only one thing on my mind.

With the show running in the background, I shifted in my seat and stared at the gap between my legs. I knew playing with myself would cause my dick to react, but I was finding it hard to control the urge. It was as strong as this morning, if not stronger. Even a slight rub through my pants caused me to moisten. Soon, I found my hand beneath my pants and lightly touching the edges. At the very least to maybe tease the itch away.

Suddenly my whole body jumped as I felt my dick twitch. Something caressed the underside gently, sending shivers through my body. I had only a moment to catch my breath before it happened again. This time, it spanned the whole length, tip to base. It was enough to cause my pussy to gush and all thought to go out the window. Within seconds, my hand was beneath my waistband and rubbing my lower lips. I could feel both my pussy and dick respond, twitching to the touch. The feeling grew even more intense when a hand wrapped around my shaft. It was gentle at first, but soon firmed its grip. I could feel it glide up and down slowly, wet with what I assumed was my own precum.

The hand only served to drive me further on. My own fingers dipped inside me, teasing me while my palm rubbed my clit. Each thrust caused my body to twitch in pleasure. The other hand responded in kind as it increased its pace. The smooth, fast motions drove me wild as the pleasure doubled. I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge with no delay. My own hand only sought to help, bringing me to the brink in minutes. I'm not sure which pushed me over, my hand fingering my clit or the other hand jacking me off, but I came hard to both. My body stiffened and my vision went white as the pleasure ripped through me. The hand between my legs stopped working, but the other didn't slow, pumping every drop out of me. After minutes of holding that high, my body slacked. The hand didn't let go, but it did stop rubbing, giving me time to breathe.

When I finally calmed down, I realized what had happened. Amy was playing with my dick. I don't know what caused her to, but I knew I had to act. I barely had a chance to stand, though, before I felt her hand on my member again. The hand held it tight and I could feel me pulsating in her grip. The touch alone was enough to spike my lust once more. I steadied myself against the sofa, trying to control myself. Then, I felt something new. Something warm and wet touched the tip. It was only for a moment, but it sent shivers up my spine. My dick and pussy both jumped, eager for more. They got it moments later when it happened again. This time, I felt it on the underside, lingering for a moment longer. It was the third time when I realized what she was doing.

She was kissing my dick.

Soon, she was kissing the length. Each kiss sent brief pleasure through me. It's been a while since I felt lips like that, and it caused me to moan. My knees buckled and I dropped to the ground by the sofa. I could feel my juices traveling down my legs as my arousal spiked. She suddenly stopped kissing only to start caressing the underside with her lips. She slid her lips along the bottom until she reached the tip, then traveled back down. The whole time, she sucked slightly, adding to the sensation. By the time she reached the tip again, lust overtook me. My hand shot between my legs once again and my mind focused on only one thing. My body was bent over as I rubbed my clit, heightening the pleasure. I could feel my member straining against her hand, most likely covering her mouth with my precum.