The Wizard Ch. 01

"But instead, you like, turned me into this big dumb slut. Only, like, I'm not a slut. I just look like one – honest, Dustin. I'm not super easy, like it looks."

"Whatever you say, sweetie. So anyway, when you threw your little fit... I realized I'd been kidding myself, and figured what the hell. May as well have some fun with you before I release you into the wild."

I gasped. "Into the... You can't send me out into the jungle like this! I would super die! I won't let you!"

He shook his head. "Figure of speech, hon. I just meant I wanted to have a little fun with you before I send you on your way."

I folded my arms across my now-massive chest. "Well nuh, uh. I trust you and all about how the earrings were a super good idea, but like... nopers. We're totally breaking up."

He sighed. Milly strutted over, rubbing herself between his legs and mewing up at him. "Good point. She reminded me the hypnotism only improves your attitude regarding that one suggestion. Sorry, I'm usually more enchanter than illusionist. Hmm. What should we do with her, Milly?"

She gave me a weird look, then mewed up at him. He chuckled. "Oh, you are a saucy one – never did get over her making me board you while we were on vacation, eh."

"You, like, don't get to do nothing with me." I sniffed haughtily, and glared at his little cat.

"Well, for now, maybe you're right. Didn't really plan my spell list around this today, after all. But let's talk this through. You're a pretty little houseplant now, so let me help you think, OK?"

I smiled. He said I was pretty. "OK."

"So you didn't recognize yourself after the change, right?"

"Right. I'm SUCH a slut. Err, look like SUCH a slut." Just having giant boobies and a big round butt and a sexy face that looked like it needed a cock shoved in it didn't make me a slut. I think.

"So would anyone else recognize you? Say, your doorman?"

"Um... No?"

"Smart answer. And what would he do to a stranger trying to get into the building?"

"Um, make them not go into the building?"

"Right, he'd send them away. So you can't go home, see."

"I'll just go to my mom's place."

"Oh? You want your mom to see you like that? She'd freak out. Think you were some prostitute. Besides, even if you could get her to accept it was really you, don't you think she'd be disappointed at how... let's call it 'slow' you are now?"

I frowned. My mom had always been super proud of me for my grades. Honor roll! Wow, I wonder how I ever managed that. Books and numbers and essays... I shivered in fear. "I guess she would be."

"Right. So... what's the logical thing to do then, for now?"

I thought. Ugh, it practically hurt. Plus it was super distracting how my nipples were rubbing against my the inside of my dress. They felt awesome. I wish I wasn't breaking up with Dustin so I could have him play with them. But that'd be ACTUAL slutty, not just slutty-looking. I was still a good girl, just stuck in a big dumb cock-sucking whore's body.

Then I realized Dustin was still looking at me, waiting for something. "Um, what?"

"I asked you what the logical thing to do is."

"Oh." I tried again. It took me a couple minutes, but I finally came up with something. "Um, take off the earrings?" It felt really stupid – putting them on had been such a good suggestion, and I trusted Dustin about that totally even though he'd told me it was a trick. But then I thought... wait, if that sounds stupid, and I am stupid, maybe it's smart?

It was the best I could do.

"Well, sure. Let's give that a try."

I grinned. Getting answers right felt good. It probably wouldn't happen to me too often now that I was all empty-headed and all, so I had to really enjoy it when I got the chance. I unfastened the clasp on the left earring, then took it off and set it on the bathroom sink. One down.

Then I reached over to the one on the right and undid that clasp, and set it down on the sink. One down.

Then I reached over and undid the clasp on the left, took off the earring and set it down on the sink. One down.

I did it four or five more times (those were small numbers; I could handle those, mostly) before I stamped my foot in frustration. Just lifting my knee high enough to do that tore a several-inch rip in the seams at my hips. "Like, they won't come off! Every time I take one off, it just hops right back on!"

"Yep, that's why they call it a curse, sweetie. You can't take them off."

"So like, I'm gonna be all hot and sexy and curvy and ditzy from now on?"

"Yeah, that's about it."

"But, like..." I tried to think how this would be a problem. Surely it was. Wasn't being smart, like, important for stuff? Think, Jes. Think.

"Oh! What about my job?"

He smiled. "I think retail might be pretty tough for you now, don't you?"

"Um, but like... I can still be nice to people and help them find things. I'm not that stupid."

"OK, but what about the register? Say someone buys a blouse that costs $30 dollars, but it's a buy-one-get-one-free sale. How much do they owe you?"

"Umm..." I tried to do it on my fingers, wishing I had more of them. Times the thirty... carry the x... minus the sale... "Um, thirty?" I had no idea. But it was the only number I had.

Dustin looked surprised for a moment, then laughed. "Not even close, Jes."

I nodded. "Darn, I knew it."

"Right. So you can't go back to work like this, so... how are you going to pay your rent and bills?"

I frowned. "I don't know." This was very sad. No wonder people hated math problems. All they did was make sadness.

"So why don't you just not break up with me, let me take care of you?"

I thought about that. He could for sure afford it. His apartment cost like a bajillion times more than mine. It was an uptown penthouse overlooking the park, for crying out loud. And I was too dumb to make money now. The only thing I had to make money with was my huge jugs and my sexy butt and my slutty face... and the only way those things let you make money, I was pretty sure, was by being a hooker or a stripper.

I was a good girl. I had self-respect. So... Hold on.

"If I stay with you, isn't that basically the same as being a hooker?"

"Uh, pardon?"

"Like, if I be your girlfriend and like do girlfriend things and all," I blushed at the thought of that, "then like... wouldn't that be sorta the same as being a hooker? Like, you'd be giving me money, and like, I'd..."

"Suck me, fuck me, whatever I want."

I frowned. "Yeppers. That. I'm not gonna be a hooker. Not for you and not for anyone!"

He sighed. "Easy as you look, you really aren't making this easy on me, are you. Well I tell you what. You have nowhere to go tonight, right?"

"Uh, I guess not."

"So why don't you stay here, just for tonight, and tomorrow I'll use my smarts to make everything right. Sound good?"

"But, like... I won't suck your cock or nothing, and like, you can't stick in my pussy either. Oh geez, I wonder what my pussy looks like now." Aw crud, did I just say that out loud?

"You got it. No sticking my cock in any of your very fine holes tonight."

"Not my butt either."

"I included that hole in the original agreement, but yes, I won't fuck your butt tonight."

I nodded, trying to think if I'd forgotten anything. "Oh! No, um, titty-fucking me either."

"Scout's honor."

I guess that meant yes. Only... "But, um, how do I know I can trust you? Like, you already cursed me and turned me into a total moron."

"Separate beds. I'll stay in my room, and you can stay out here on the couch. That way I can lock myself in."

"Wow, that's a smart plan. OK. So, like, I'll stay here. And no fucking me anywhere. And you stay in your room. Tonight only." I think that covered anything.

He nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

Dustin went back to his room, and I was still smart enough to listen for him to lock the door. He did. Then he opened it after a minute to come give me a pillow and a blanket. I didn't hear it click again, so I yelled for him to lock it.

Ha! He thought I wouldn't notice. I'm not that stupid.

The dress was super uncomfortable now, especially with my kersploded bra and my butt-floss panties. I was just afraid that if I took it off, I for sure wouldn't get it on again. It took a while, but I finally found a position that wasn't too uncomfortable. I fell asleep thinking mean thoughts about that big jerk poophead Dustin and how he tricked me with his super mean curse of dummy-hotness.

I slept so soundly I didn't even notice him casting another spell on me.

My eyes opened to see my best friend and favoritest person standing over me and smiling softly. "Hey! You were locked in your room!" Only I said it not like I was mad, because I wasn't. I couldn't be mad at Dustin! This was a nice surprise.

"Well for one, I'm a wizard, so I could pretty easily just use a simple knock or a blink, or even a full-on dimension door if I want to be fancy."

"Oh."

"For two, the door locks from the inside, which means it also unlocks from the inside. Also it's my apartment, so I have a key that would open it even if I was locked out. I guess none of that didn't occur to you, eh, genius."

I shook my head. "Dustin... I hate to tell you this, but... I'm not a genius any more." I hoped he wouldn't be sad.

"Don't worry, sweetie – you never were, and I never cared."

"Oh, goody!" I sat up, and managed to twist myself in such a way that I could hear more seams ripping. There wasn't a whole lot still holding this dress on any more – big patches of smooth creamy skin were visible on either side of me. Dustin helped himself to an eyeful of them – which was cool. He was such a nice guy, and if looking at my new stupidly hot body made him happy, then that was cool by me. I thrust my boobs out and grinned as he leered at them.

"You know, right now it's hard to remember why I ever wanted to try things the old-fashioned way." He could see I was confused. (I sorta looked confused by default now, I think, so I made sure I really exaggerated it on my face when I was extra lost.)

"It's just so easy to use a little spell or two to make things right – if you're even halfway competent, you can seal the deal with your basic charm person, to say nothing of a more straightforward suggestion. I just figured I'd try to have a normal relationship with a normal girl, like people do."

"Oh. Well... I'm not really normal any more."

"I'll say. You are just plain exquisite." He saw that confused face again. "Great. You're great. I've had my share of charmed pussy – what wizard hasn't – but I've never gone this far with it. Polymorphing, ability drain – well, technically a permanent ability penalty, not that it matters from where you're sitting – I gotta say, I might be onto something here. This could be the dawn of a whole new day for my research."

I glanced out the window. "It's way past dawn, silly."

He smiled. "And you said you were dumb."

"I am dumb now." But then something hit me. "Um, Dustin? Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Jes. I'd say to ask me a question any time you have something you wonder about, only I'm not sure I'd have enough hours in the day for you any more."

I didn't get what he meant, so I just focused on the sure, Jes part of it. "Like... I was kinda mad at you last night, and I was gonna break up with you. So, um, why do I super like you this morning?"

Dustin chuckled. "You noticed that, eh? Surprising – you're not supposed to be able to. I wonder if your primitive mental state renders you more keenly aware of shifts in emotion." He stopped, then went and wrote something down in one of his notebooks. When he was done, I was waiting as patiently as I could, my head cocked to one side and bottom lip sticking out to remind him I was still confused.

"Sorry, important to take good notes. So yeah, I went ahead and blew a charm monster scroll on you today – not that you're a monster, sweetie, but it lasts a whole lot longer and we may need it during this transitional phase. Who knows, by the time this wears off next week, maybe I'll be bored with you and we can break up like you wanted."

I shook my head vigorously. "Oh no! No no no, we can't break up now! I love you again! You can't break up with me!"

A strange look came over his face. Like he was amused or something, and hiding it? But I don't know what was funny. "Sorry, Jes, but you said it yourself last night. Honestly, I already considered us broken up."

I found myself tearing up. "But... but... I love you. And like, now that I'm this big dummy with this porno body, like, what am I going to do with it? Like, I'm not so smart now, but like, even I can tell I sound not smart. Nobody will treat me like a serious girl. They won't know that I'm actually a smarty smart, like you know I am. Err, was."

"Indeed, it is the quality of your brain that turns me on far more than the quality of your body."

"Even now?" I sniffled.

"Only now, actually," he said. I didn't really get it, but it seemed like he was saying he knew I was still smart. Or liked me better stupid? Either way, what a nice thing to say – all the more reason I didn't want to lose him!

"So, um, can we still be boyfriend and girlfriend? Puh-leeeeease? I promise I'll be good to you, just like before!"

He scoffed. "It definitely won't be like before, Jes. It's not like we can go out on dates anywhere respectable any more."

"Why not? Dates are nice."

"Yeah, but like this... you'll cause a scene. My friends will realize what I've done to you and I'll get heckled to kingdom come; your friends will realize that you're different and it could cause headaches; strangers will just think I'm taking a dim-witted escort out to a meal before I bang her."

"Um... I don't get it."

"For crying out loud, how are we going to stuff that body into any remotely respectable outfit. Wherever you go, people are going to assume you're... well, a bimbo. Not that they'll be wrong."

"But... I don't wanna be a bimbo..."

"Plus, we don't have anything in common any more – not that we did before, but we could at least talk about our days, current events, pop culture. At this point, I'm pretty sure Milly understands me better than you do."

Glancing over, I saw Milly looking down at me from atop the entertainment system. She looked smugger than ever, somehow.

"But... but..."

"I'm sorry, Jes. I just don't see how we can keep going out with you like this. I'd do the whole 'it's not you, it's me' spiel, but since I made you this way the pronouns are really quite jumbled."

"Pronouns? Right, like from that game you play, with the humans and the zerg. See? I pay attention to your interests!"

"Wow. Just... wow." Dustin shook his head. "Jes, I just don't see this working. Relationships need to be mutual. Everybody has to bring something to the table. I have the intelligence, the income, the... let's call it sophistication. What can you offer me any more?"

"I... um, I..." This wasn't fair! It's not my fault I couldn't do a job any more, or get people's respect, or be taken seriously, or wear normal girl clothes that wouldn't show off my big tits and my round butt and long sexy legs and...

Whoa. Is this what having an idea feels like?

"You could use my body!" I shouted. A little too loud, maybe. Oh well, so what if his neighbors heard. They'd take one look and think I was a slut anyway. Besides, Dustin was an awesome guy! I'd be happy to let him touch me and lick me and suck me and fuck me.

"Oh, you mean like, use you for physical labor? You mean like cleaning my apartment, cooking meals and stuff. Yes, I suppose that's something you could do. Hmm, well maybe not the meals..."

"Oh! Um, yeah, I could do that too. But I meant, like, you could... you know. Do stuff to me."

"Jes, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable using you as an experimentation dummy. That's not really safe..."

"I'll be whatever kind of dummy you want, Dustin. But I meant, like... you know. Sexy stuff."

"Not sure I follow."

I rolled my eyes. "And you say I'm the dumb one." I stood up and planted my feet shoulder width apart – and just like I figured, the dress was not having it. There was the sound of threads being ripped apart and suddenly, there was a slit all the way up the side to my waist. Then all it took was grabbing the split and tugging, and with a little jerk, I tore my dress right off.

Holy SHIT.

Before Dustin could do more than gape, I ran down to the bathroom again to use the only full-length mirror in the apartment.

"Holy SHIT," I said out loud this time. I was so fucking hot. Like, I knew I was hot now, but THIS. It was like nobody had told my tits about gravity. They just stuck out, huge bubbles of creamy smooth girl flesh, with perfectly round pink nipples sticking out like two pencil erasers. They looked so good even I wanted to suck on 'em.

I jerked my panties down, too eager to keep looking at my new self to care about being naked. Whoa. My pussy was totally smooth. It hadn't looked like that in forever – and then as I put my foot up on the sink to check out my labia, I saw they were neatly tucked and a pretty pink color as well. My kitty had never looked that good.

My butt, too. I'd felt it, but seeing it... it was too fucking perfect. Perky, round, capping a neat little thigh gap. The only blemish on any of it was a tiny little mole on my tushy, and even that was put in what had to be the cutest possible spot.

All over, I was just too hot to ignore. My skin was perfect. The old scar on my shin from when I'd given myself a bad gash shaving was gone. The big ugly mole on my shoulder blade – gone. The skin on my elbows I'd spent a lifetime trying to keep moisturized – smooth as silk. My hair, which had always been fighting off its tendency to be stringy and limp, bounced with every twist of my head and shone with natural luster.

Suddenly, weirdly... I felt guilty not getting fucked. A body like this was made for it – literally – and not fucking anyone made me feel selfish. And like even bigger twit than I already felt like for wasting my potential.

"Dustin honey," I called, but then I realized he was standing right behind me, drinking in the sight of me. I giggled. "Um, would you please fuck me?"

He took a deep breath. "Maybe, but... look, if we're going to make this work, me and the new you, we need to understand a few things."

"Sure, anything." If it meant this wonderful man would keep me as his girlfriend. And fuck my meager brains out.

"First, I'm going to need you to be available to me whenever I need you. However I need you. If I'm playing a game and I need a little stress relief, you have to be ready to get down on your knees and give it to me, right then and there."

I nodded. "You got it, baby." It felt a little demeaning, but I loved him too much to say no.

"Second, I need you to embrace the new you. This is who you are now, and if I'm going to be with you, we both need to accept that. If you're going to be a stupid, slutty little bimbo, then I need you to go all the way."

I pursed my lips. I didn't wanna be a stupid, slutty little bimbo. Not at all. This was humiliating, to be honest. I knew I was just eye candy, that I had nothing to contribute to any conversation, that nobody would ever respect my thoughts or opinions on anything.

Sooo... if that's who I was now, I guess he's right. May as well embrace it. "Okey dokey," I said seriously, sliding a finger between my pussy lips. Mmm, that felt nice. Nicer than it ever had in my stupid old 7 body.

"Wow, kinda surprised you agreed to that. Why did I wait this long?" He chuckled. "Man, what won't you agree to."

"I'll agree!" I insisted. "Just fuck me!"

"Stand on one foot."

I did, wobbling a little. I was still getting used to balancing my new bimbo body.