Your Witch of a Stepsister

This story contains the following:

Futa x Male Reader - Stepsister - magic - Body Modification - Feminization - Physical Emasculation - Crotch tattoo - Orgasm Denial - Light Dehumanization - Pleasure Torture - Unrealistic Insertions - Excessive Cum - Censored Curse Words

All Characters are 18+

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"Ugh~"

You stir in bed, slowly gaining consciousness. You yawn and stretch the sleep from your weirdly heavy limbs.

Something doesn't feel right...

Opening your eyes, it takes a second for the blur in your vision to completely dissipate.

...

You glance around.

?!?!

This wasn't your bedroom...

You quickly sit up and give the room another once over.

It was a small room. A bedroom, but it felt barren and unlived in. Other than the bed, a dresser and mirror was all the room had going for it.

But the part that really struck you as odd was most of the lighting seemed to come from the skylight and a bunch of wall candles. No electrical lighting.

A slight panic started to creep up your spine.

How the hell did I get here!?

You tried to think back, to make sense of it, but your memory was fuzzy and unfocused.

Startling as the door creaked open, you found yourself feeling a bit relieved to find a familiar smiling face come to greet you.

"You're finally awake!" The fiery redhead bounded towards you, absolutely ecstatic at seeing her little brother.

"Angie?"

It had been around the start of middle school when the accident happened. And somehow you ended up living with the Spellmans.

It was supposed to be temporary, but after a few years, you had become part of the family, figuratively and legally.

This made Angelica, or Angie as you called her, your step-sister.

But now as adults, the two of you hadn't really seen much of each other. Especially after Angie moved out during your last year of highschool.

"You wouldn't happen to know how we got here?" You ask, hoping she may be able to shed some light on the situation.

She let out a giggle. "It's my house, I live here. And now, so do you."

You blinked, and she just smiled.

"Wait, this is your house?" Angie nodded. "Don't you live in some magic realm or something? Is this where we are?"

"It's called Alfheim. And yes." She sighs. "I get that you didn't have magic, but you could have come with mom and dad and visited me sometime... I really missed you."

She glanced away, and you couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"I'm sorry about never, you know, dimension hopping to see you. But... I really missed you too." You said honestly.

She leaned against you and her giddy smile quickly returned. "Well you're with me now and that's great!" She said throwing her arms around you, everything returning to normal.

Not that with Angie anything was ever normal. Ever since the day you walked in on her using magic, nothing was normal.

Angie had dragged you to her dad, who wanted to erase your memory but your step parents had made a deal to never use magic on you, so thankfully he didn't.

That however didn't stop Angie from using a little hex magic to make it impossible for you to tell another soul.

Which just led you to bug her, day and night, for the next month to teach you magic, only to find out you were unable to even learn it.

"Only those born with magic properties can learn magic. You're... normal."

Now all this magic stuff just made you feel dizzy, and the foggy feeling in your head didn't seem to help.

"Okay. So what am I doing here? I don't remember coming here. And why do I live with you now?" You said feeling a bit panicked again.

"Hey, calm down, okay?" She said, patting your head as she stood. "Come with me and I'll explain everything."

She turned and extended a hand to you. Taking it she helped you up onto wobbly feet as she pulled you along out the room.

Following behind, all you could focus on was the warmth of her hand and the way it felt in yours. You almost swore you could hear the way it made your heart beat against the inside of your chest.

On the other side of the door was for lack of a better term, a huge mess. It looked kinda like a small witchy library, with all the bookcases against the walls and the large table in the center of the room.

You would have swore it was pulled straight from some fantasy novel, if not for the appearance of being hit by a garbage tornado before you arrived.

"Please excuse the mess, I was working on a bunch of spells, and haven't really had the time to clean up. Busy busy." She said with a little embarrassed laugh.

She brought you to the table and brushed off some of the junk onto the floor.

"Okay, look." She said, picking up a crystal ball from the center of the table.

Holding it between the two of you, the crystal let off an ethereal glow, and leaning in you could make out a person coming into view.

For a moment you were a bit confused at what you were looking at. It was you. Laying in your bed, in your room, scrolling on your phone.

"... What is this?"

"That's you, right now. The real you anyways."

"... Real me?... Angie, What the hell is going on??"

She places the orb back on the table and takes your face in her hands, looking up at you. The sweetest smile is on her lips.

"I know you're confused and maybe a bit scared, but it's okay. You're okay."

You search her eyes, as weirdly enough her touch and soft words relaxed you a little.

"Take a deep breath, and I promise I'll explain everything, okay?" Angie's green eyes sparkle up at you, as she takes a deep breath, nodding for you to follow.

Your lungs fill and deflate as you follow her lead. The touch of her hands and the closeness of her face catch up with you as you feel yourself blush a little.

You take a step back out of her grasp, regaining your composure. Your mind races.

"Am... I a clone?" You ask.

"Something like that but not really. A clone would imply you were still human."

The concept of no longer being human nearly knocked you off your feet. Looking down at your hands then at your body, you searched for any inhuman indicators, but found none.

Your skin looked and felt the same. As normal as your real body.

Your REAL body...

You glanced at the crystal, staring for a moment at yourself.

There was movement on your left, and you found Angie returning to the room. You hadn't even noticed she left. She takes your hand, placing something wet in it.

It looked like clay, but was soft and squishy, more like realistic silicone then clay, and it had been molded into a very basic human form lacking any features.

"There were these toys when we were kids, weird little spongy things in the shape of dinosaurs or whatever, and when you put them in water, they'd grow to like 5 times their size. This-" She points to the blob in your hand, "is like that."

She grabbed a book under some of the junk and flipped it open to a diagram.

"But instead of water, it's DNA from the subject and a ton of magic." She explained.

You looked at the diagram, which depicted the combination of materials and the stages of it growing into a person.

"You're a sudo-organic, magic life form. In stupid simple terms, you're kinda like a living doll. Created by yours truly." She said, very proud of herself.

You tried to wrap your mind around it... But how could you? It was confusing and upsetting.

...Was the room spinning?

You almost stumble and Angie grabs your arm. "Whoa, I get it. It's a lot to take in." She turns and guides you back to your room. "Just take some time and relax. Okay?"

She sits you on the bed, before going and grabbing the crystal ball. Angie places it in your hands.

"I'll give you a little space to take it all in. I'll be back in a bit." She says warmly with a smile before leaving the room.

What The F***!?

You couldn't believe it. Learning magic was real all those years ago was world shattering... But this!?

This takes the cake and the whole damn kitchen!

You looked down at the other you, the "real" you, before placing your own hand on your own chest.

It was bull crap, you were real. Angie is messing around, she has to be.

You felt real, you even had a heart beat, and though you weren't proud of it, with a quick check in your pants, yup everything there was also business as usual.

Remembering the mirror on the wall, you placed other you on the bed to go look at your reflection.

The face that looked back at you was your own. You were you.

Wait!

A scar!

You started to search your body, hoping that this would be the proof you needed. That you were real...

...

What?

It wasn't there.

You searched for another.

Nothing.

A birthmark, maybe?

No...

The weight of the realization came crashing down around you. Everything Angie had said was true. You couldn't find any scars or marks because this body had never experienced those injuries.

You weren't you. Not the original anyways.

You sulked back over to the bed, slumping into it. Your weight in the bed made the crystal ball roll towards you, bumping up against your thigh.

You look down at it, picking it up and setting it in your lap.

There he was. You.

You thought about what would happen if you left here, what would you have to return to? He was the original, living your life. There would be nothing to return to.

You thought about what that meant. He had all of your responsibilities now. Work, school, bills, you thought about all the things you didn't like doing. You didn't have to do them anymore.

You almost felt a little guilty at how relieved this realization made you feel. It was as if a big reset button had been hit on your life and now you were here, living with Angie.

The thought gave you butterflies. Though you'd kept it a secret, you always had feelings for Angie. She was smart, funny, the most easing going person you knew. And she was beautiful.

How could you not be attracted to her?

Though you long since thought you'd bury those feelings, being around her again made them all come back up to the surface.

Thinking about it all, the thought of starting a new life with her, didn't sound so bad. You couldn't help but crack a soft smile.

You weren't sure how long you had sat there, watching your old life, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey!" Angie's smile peaked into the room.

"Hey." You said back, returning a smile, and hers grew wider.

"I made cookies!"

You follow Angie to the kitchen, passing through the mess of her study. Through an archway was the kitchen, And you weren't too surprised to find it was also kind of a mess.

Dishes piled up in the sink, and the countertops and tables were full of clutter.

"Wow, you really need to clean this place more often." You commented as she walked over to the stove.

"Yeah I know. Living alone can be pretty hard. But now, you're here." She said, grabbing a cookie from the tray on the stovetop and biting into it.

She took another one, holding it out to you. It looked like a basic sugar cookie, so you took it.

"I mean you technically no longer need to eat or drink. But I figured cookies could be like an olive branch. Like 'hey welcome. Sorry you're no longer human.'" She joked.

"So you made me pitty cookies?" You joked back, and it almost felt like no time had passed between you two.

"They're not pity cookies. They're delicious!" She smiled. "Now come on, try it!"

They did smell quite good. So you took a bite, and it was a really good cookie.

You nod in approval which she promptly basks in.

"I know right! I got the recipe from this gnome lady. She makes the best baked goods. But if you think that's good, check this out."

Angie raised a hand towards you, her fingers glowing, around them a strange purple haze swirled and you felt your mouth buzz and tingle.

"Now try it again." She says, motioning for you to take another bite.

You do, and it's completely different than before. It was like a sweet burst of flavor. It was absolutely delicious!

"Oh my god! What did you do?" You said looking down at the cookie with astonishment.

"Well, because your body is made up of my magic, I can change and alter it, at will. It's a perk!" Angie said with a smirk.

You raise an eyebrow at her. "Should I be worried about this?"

"Actually!" She put her cookie down, taking yours, she tossed it back onto the tray before taking both of your hands into hers. "I think it's time for a change!"

"What do you mean?" You say, a bit apprehensive.

'You're a new you. Why not a new look?" She seemed absolutely ecstatic at the idea.

"New look? How?"

But before you could finish, she'd let go of your hands. Her fingers began swirling with magic as that insatiable grin was on her lips.

"Hey, wait!?" You pleaded but you knew there was no stopping Angie when she set her mind on something.

You felt your whole body buzz and tingle with electricity, as her magic swirled around you, whipping Angie's red hair into a frenzy.

Staring at her, you noticed Angie was getting taller... And so was the room...

No.

You were the one shrinking.

After a moment, the hot buzz across your skin became a lingering tingle as your step sister's hands relaxed, magic fading from her fingers.

You stared up at your bigger sister, but now it was just as physical as it was allegorical. Your head now only reaching up to her chest.

Your clothes, which previously was well fitting, now hung baggily off your small frame.

"What did you-"

Your hands shot up, covering your mouth in bewilderment. Your voice was now softer, higher pitched. As if all masculinity had been completely stripped from your voice.

"Oh my god!~" Angie finally let out a giddy squeal.

She quickly grabbed you in a tight hug, burying your face in her chest in the process.

"You're so cute!!!~"

You grew hot with her words and with how soft she felt against your face.

Bringing you up for air, she cupped your face in her hands.

"I didn't think I could make you more adorable, but look at you!" She beamed, squishing your cheeks. "Let's get you into something more fitting."

Without warning, she took your hand, dragging you back through the house and into the room across from yours. Angie's bedroom.

"Uh..."

Her room was more of a mess than the rest of the small apartment combined. But before you could take it all in, she pulled you over to her overflowing closet.

She proceeded to rummage through drawers and hangers. Searching and tossing articles of clothes to join the rest of the piles on the floor.

"Yes! This is perfect!"

She produced a maid's dress from a drawer and held it out to you. It was the stereotypical maids outfit, black with white trim, but it seemed a bit on the skimpier side. Like closer to a slutty maid Halloween costume rather than an actual maid's uniform

"You want me to wear that?" You asked, a bit taken back, and Angie quickly nodded. "It's a dress. I'm not wearing that." You protested. But with your softer voice it came out more like a whine.

Angie giggled. "But you'd look so cute!"

With a whisk of her fingers, your current clothing fell from your small frame. Leaving you in only a pair of loose boxers, which you quickly grabbed, to stop them from dropping around your ankles.

"H-hey!" You felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

Angie giggled again. "Oh, those won't do either." She said looking at your boxers.

She dug through a pile beside her before finally pulling out a pair of white panties with a black bow, and thigh highs to match the dress.

"I-I'm not putting that on!"

"You don't have a choice."

With a devilish grin and another flick of her manicured fingers, your boxers vanished from your grip, As the clothes she'd picked out instantly materialized around you. Warping and adjusting, fitting you perfectly.

"Angie~" You whined in embarrassment, looking down at yourself. Your face practically red hot.

"You... look amazing!" She cooed, getting up and looking you over. She held your hand above your head and made you do a little twirl for her.

It was so patronizing!

"So cute!~ Now we just have to do your makeup!"

Angie pulled you into her adjoining bathroom and you had already figured it was similar to the rest of the house.

But instead of your attention being drawn to the bathroom's disorganized state, you were caught in your reflection. Seeing your new appearance for the first time.

To your surprise, you did still look like you, but smaller and softer, with a more feminine facial shape. Your hair was also longer than it was before.

You touched your hands to your face examining it. You couldn't believe this was you. And Angie was correct. You were very cute.

She was fiddling through the clutter of her bathroom counter, collecting scattered beauty supplies as she went.

Finally, she turned you to face her. "Now hold still."

Still processing your new appearance, you did as instructed, allowing her to give you a makeover.

She started with a touch of eyeshadow and eyeliner, brushing your cheeks with a soft blush, before capping it off with a light gloss on your lips.

Angie pulled back, a giddy smile on her face.

"What do you think?" She asked, turning you so you could see your reflection.

...

You were at a loss for words. You took in your appearance, feeling a level of beauty you had never felt before.

Angie turned you back to her, her gentle eyes scanning your features as she brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, tucking them behind your ear. A loving smile sat on her lips.

"This was a lot of fun. But it's getting late. We should call it a day."

Returning you to your room, she stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of you.

I left you a night shirt in the drawer. And make sure to wash off the makeup before you go to bed." She pointed to the adjoining bathroom to your room. "Don't stay up too late, okay?" Angie gave you a little smirk and started to close the door.

"Hey Angie?" You called after her.

"Yeah?"

"Good night." You say with a soft smile and she returned a bright one of her own.

"Good night my love." She said closing the door.

Her love...

You bit your lip as butterflies tumbled in your stomach.

You turned towards the bathroom and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Once again you observed the way you looked, this time in full. Your body. The dress. The socks. The makeup.

You had never quite known before what it was like to feel beautiful in the way women did. But this? Your Petite frame wearing these clothes, with a bit of makeup and longer hair. You understood what it meant to feel pretty.

And it felt good.

You swished the short frilly skirt back and forth watching the way the fabric moved, and smiled.

Were dresses always this comfortable?

Stepping towards the mirror, you examined your face more closely. The way it moved and how it looked when you made expressions. You noted how pretty you looked when you smiled and how flirty it was when you pouted.

You found yourself blushing at your pretty reflection, and notice how your reddened cheeks just made you look cuter.

So desirable, sexy even.

You took a step back, turning your attention to your body once more. You were so small. Much smaller than your old body. It was definitely the change in size which was the most jarring to you.

Your hands were smaller and softer. Your limbs were dainty with less muscle. You brought your hands to your chest, and while you didn't have breasts by any means, it was a bit more plump than you would have expected.

You squished them through your dress, sending a bolt of electricity across your skin, before pulling your hands away. Your chest was never this sensitive before.

This new body was definitely weird.

You had noticed your arousal had peaked, a little while ago. Your new look and your little self examination had obviously been the cause. And you knew under this dress was the next place to explore.