Wacky Wand

I know some of you still want the next Wanna Bet chapter, but still having some issues on it. I’d rather write what is coming out of me without being forced if you follow me, and right now if I tried to force out another chapter it would likely be crap. I’ve done that before, and I’m going to avoid it this time around. Instead, here is one dealing with magic that I’ve been kicking around a bit. So, let’s see how it goes. I have written this as a stand alone with no sequel planned but if there is enough interest I might do another one. Please let me know and remember to be polite and useful.

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AT A BACK-BOOTH AT MAGICCON

Steven tapped his fingers on his crossed arms. He hated it when he did that, it always showed he was nervous and the assholes in school had picked up on it quick. And then in college, and of course at work. But at least this time, the guy didn’t know him so it might not give anything away.

“No need to be nervous my good lad. I’m giving you the straight goods here.”

“So much for that.” Steven thought with a grunt.

“I’m sure you are, but still you must realize how, erm, oh fuck it, how damn well insane you sound right?”

The old man chuckled. “Oh, I do. Trust me, when I was in your shoes twenty some years ago and got this offer, I nearly stormed off thinking the man was complete loony. But I followed my gut and trust me, it was worth it.”

Steven wished the man hadn’t said gut. He had a pretty big one. In fact, Steven was pretty much a nerd. Glasses, overweight, awkward around, well, everyone, and of course unable to really stand up for himself. He was short, slow, and weak, and he of course liked all the geeky stuff. Such as card games, Star Wars movies, and MAGICCON.

MAGICCON was a huge game/movie/comic/all things nerdy Convention in the city. One of the biggest in the country actually, and it was the one place no one from his life or work would ever go. He loved it.

He had met his favorite movie stars, played games, got all sorts of cool collectibles and it was the one time in his usually sad life he could enjoy himself. But this time he had discovered that some of the assholes from work had come by to see a movie starlet and he had run into them. They had been pretty loud and mean and had rubbed his loser status in his face in public.

He did have the satisfaction of seeing them tossed out of the Con, but they had ruined his whole weekend. He knew that his cubical at work would be “decorated” when he got in Monday, and that photos of him in his costume would be posted on the all the bulletin boards, and that HR would give out some warning via email and that would be that. Steven had no illusions about how much they actually thought of him, even though he was the best coder they had.

Lost in his misery he had wandered in the back rows of the Con and found himself in front of a small booth selling all sorts of stuff. Some very rare items, some very odd, and some just downright weird.

Such as the “Wand”.

The old man had taken one look at him and said “Now that is a man who needs some magic. Would you like to buy a real magic wand?”

And then it got weird. Stories about how it had changed his life, he had gotten the woman of his dreams, his business had been hugely successful, got his dream house, etc. All thanks to a “magic wand” that he now wanted to sell Steven.

Steven blinked. “Sorry, spaced out there for a second. What did you just say?”

“The wand is powered by a rather interesting soul. A powerful Wizard from long ago, he loved turning tables on the powerful and rich. And he was a rather, ahem, deviant man. The wand will give you want you want, but in a some rather twisted and kinky ways.”

Steven had heard enough. “Look, I’ve just had a bad day and I’m not in the mood for some sick sex pervert trying to sell me some gag dildo. So just leave…”

“Baby? Are you about done with the booth? Darling wants her candy, and she wants it soon.”

Steven’s head swiveled at the sound of the sexiest sounding voice he had ever heard. Standing behind him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was tall, had golden blonde hair, a rack that was at least a 36DD, hourglass waist, flared hips, toned body, and blue eyes you would swear actually shined. She was dressed in a black wet look body suit that left absolutely NOTHING to the imagination, high heels and a black cat mask. She gave him a smile that gave him a hard on and swayed past him. She walked around the booth and gave the old man a kiss that curled Steven’s toes just watching.

The old man felt up her ass and said “Always nice and tight. I shall enjoy fucking tonight while my wife eats you out.”

The woman giggled and said, “You are so sweet.”

Steven gasped. He recognized that phrase and once he heard it, he recognized the voice. “Tammy Tricks?”

The woman giggled and said “That’s me, be keep it quiet. I’m here in disguise with my lover and his wife.”

The old man grinned as his hand roamed over her ass. “Tammy is my mistress, well, one of them anyway. She was once a lawyer, but I helped her in to a new career.”

“Porn. I’ve, uh, I’ve seen her movies.” Steven said with a blush and the pair laughed.

“Splendid my boy! My little slut here can act and fuck, can’t she? Tell the boy Tammy, tell him how you jumped careers.”

Tammy giggled and smiled at Steven. “I was going to put my lover here in jail for income tax fraud. He has some off-shore accounts that he was hiding money in, I worked for the IRS and I audited him. I found his hidden money, I confronted him, and then he used his magic wand on me. POOF!! One slap on my ass and suddenly all I wanted to do was make porn and fuck! It even changed my clothes into a set of sexy red lingerie and heels so he could fuck me right there in my office! Wow, it was so fun. Then he used his wand to make everything just fine, I helped him hide his money better, and got to work! Been living the porn queen life ever since.”

Steven was now openly gaping. “This has to be some “Gotcha” moment for a live tv show or something! You don’t just turn people into porn stars.”

Steven paused a moment and looked at the old man who was now groping Tammy’s tits and kissing her neck. “Do you?”

Steven shook his head to clear it. “Ahem, let’s say this is actually real. If so, I would like to test it.”

The old man pulled back and gave Steven a nasty lecherous grin. “Smart man. OF course, you can test it. One time, one person, for a limited spell. Can’t be on me or my mistress here, and the wand is not transferred to you yet so don’t try it. It would be, bad. But other than that, anyone here on the Con floor.”

“Okay.”

The man reached down and pulled up a long thin box. He opened it and Steven blinked. It was an 18-inch-long black leather riding crop.

“Hold on, you said it was a magic wand.”

“It is my boy, nothing says a wand has to be just a stick. And the wizard who made this was a bit kinky. Now, how it works. You must touch the wand to the person while saying an enchantment. It can be anything from “Turn into a toad” to some long flowery poem. But I’ve learned a couple of things. One, it seems to work better when you put some thought into it, so saying something longer that rhymes will have a more extensive and longer effect. Two, you can even make it permanent provided you put some effort into it. I had to spank Tammy here for a solid ten minutes to make her changes permanent. And on her bare ass too, she really didn’t want to be a porn star. Three it works faster and more effectively if you give them a good loud smack on the ass. Four, your results will most likely be very kinky or sexy. The wizard who made this wand was a real sexual pervert and horndog.”

Steven gaped and looked around one more time for a hidden camera. Then he reached down and picked it up. He gave a start as he felt, something.

“Ah, felt the power eh? That is the magical energy flowing. You my boy just might have a touch of natural talent if you felt it that strongly.”

Steven looked at the wand. The feeling was very strange, it was almost like being zapped with a slight shock of electricity but without the pain. It actually felt good, empowering even.

Steven looked at the wand and waved it slowly. It was almost as if he could hear it hum. He heard a slight moan and then looked back at the old man.

The old man was sitting now and had a very large smile on his face. Tammy was not to be seen, but then Steven heard a slight slurping sound and saw the man’s eyes loose focus for a moment.

“Okay, I’ll give it a shot. One test, right?”

“Yes. One, uhm, test. Stay in the convention floor, grunt, area.” The old man wheezed out.

Steven turned and walked off leaving the man to have his fun. Steven tucked the wand between his arm and body, so it wasn’t easily seen and moved back into the main area of the floor. “Cripes, I can’t believe I am doing this. It has to be a trick. But then again, Tammy was no trick and I sure can’t see him landing her even with a boatload of cash.” He thought as he walked on. “Okay, fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound.”

Steven started looking around. The Con had tons of booths, and of course, some really hot booth babes, not to mention writers, starlets, and even some hot fans. But Steven figured that if it was going to be a “gotcha TV” moment, he stood a good chance of not making the air if he targeted someone who wasn’t famous or even that hot.

Steven passed by several really hot girls dressed as Anime characters or superheroes and got to the far end of the row. Just across from him was a booth for a chain of bookstores specializing in fantasy and science fiction. As part of their display they had several large cardboard cutouts that blocked off lots of the booth from view. Steven looked around a bit.

“Hmmmm, this is a pretty good spot to try something. Hard to see most of the booth, but near several crowded booths so I can get lost in the crowd pretty fast. Now I just need a girl.”

Just then the guy who was working the front waved and said, “About time, you shift started five minutes ago!” Steven looked to his right and saw a woman hurrying towards the booth. “Sorry, took a bit longer at the registration desk to get my pass!”

Steven moved to the side by one of the other booths and picked up a gaming magazine. He flipped the pages while he checked out the woman.

The woman was dressed in a COSPLAY outfit of a witch. She had a pointed hat, long black dress, long black gloves and black boots. She had red hair down to about midback in a nice braid. The dress was nice and form fitting, but not obscenely so. She had a nice rack, but you couldn’t really see much. Steven figured she was probably just a worker at the store and not a real fan of the Con.

The two chatted a bit and then the guy moved off to see the Con. Steven moved around the corner for a few minutes and then headed back. He checked his watch. There was a really popular TV show doing a question and answer forum in a few minutes and he could see the crowd was thinning out. He had a reserved seat but decided to give it a go. If it was all a joke, then he could still catch the Q and A.

Steven moved over towards the booth and started to check out the books on the front table. The woman came up to him. She gave him a pleasant smile and Steven noted her Green eyes. “Can I help you find something?”

“Well, I’m into magical detective stories. Do you happen to have some?”

The woman smiled. “Why yes, the latest releases actually. Just got one in from C.R Jackson yesterday. Back here.”

Steven followed the woman back to a rear table. Steven had noted the sign before pointing to it, but let the woman lead him back out of most of the lines of site. She picked up a book and handed it to him. He looked at it for a moment. “Not bad, but I’m not much of a Jackson fan, do you have any, oh oops!”

Steven made to put the book back but pretended to fumble it. It fell on the floor and the woman bent over to pick it up. Steven stepped to one side and was in a perfect position to smack her ass.

Steven gulped and then said in a croaking whisper. “This book selling girl is a comely bitch, she be a wonderful horny wanting to fuck me witch!”

SMACK! POOF!

Steven felt his pulse race and his vision went black for a split second. “OH SHIT! WHAT HAVE I DONE!” Raced through his mind and then he blinked.

“Wait a minute. POOF? There was a puff of smoke…”

The sexy cackle jerked Steven’s eyes down and he nearly fainted.

The redheaded woman stood up and looked him dead into the eyes. “Well now, my little pretty. You are just what a wicked witch needs. Come with me my dearie and let me make some magic with you.”

Steven gaped. The woman was smiling at him and she was definitely NOT the same. Her hair was now much fuller, longer and even redder. Her lips were bright red, her eyes seemed to sparkle, and her costume…

“Oh my God.” Steven was able to gasp out.

The long gown was gone. The woman was now dressed in a skin-tight wet look corset and matching booty skirt. Her legs were encased in shiny black latex thigh boots with six-inch heels, and her arms had long black silk opera gloves on. Her shoulders were bare, and her cleavage was just about spilling out of her top. Steven swore he could see her areolas. But her hat was oddly enough the same.

The woman grabbed Steven by his T-shirt collar (he was wearing a Flash T-shirt and mask), pulled him down and kissed him hard. Steven’s mind seemed to simply shut down as the hot redhead rolled her tongue into his mouth and around. After a few moments, she broke the kiss and let out a real witch’s cackle.

“That is fun my dearie but come with me and I’ll show you some real magic.” The woman grabbed his hand and pulled him behind the curtain in the back of the booth.

Each booth section had a small area behind the main stall for storage, but luckily it was also curtained off from the other sections. So, it was private, at least no one could SEE what they were going to do. Steven took that fact in for about one second when he felt some fingers playing with his pants zipper.

“I’ve a treat for you my little lost boy. I get some candy and you get some lovely pleasure. So just enjoy me being, wicked.”

“I, uh, we, uh, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…” Steven got out as the redhead’s ruby lips encased his cock. Steven felt a jolt of pleasure better than any whacking he had ever done, and he let out a moan as the woman eased her lips up and down on his cock. Steven hardened rapidly and he looked down on the redhead.

The hat was in the way and Steven took it off. She glanced up at him and then giggled which nearly caused him to blow in her mouth from the vibration. Steven felt the wonder as her tongue worked around his cock as she moved him slowly into her mouth and then out. Steven watched in wonder as his cock slid deeper and deeper each time until finally his full length eased down into her throat. When that happened, she hummed and pulled it out slowly. It was halfway out when Steven grunted and came in her throat. Her eyes widened and then she smiled and gulped all of his cum down. She then pulled his cock out while sucking and when it came out with a “pop” not a drop was spilled.

Steven staggered back into a chair and flopped down. He was sweating and felt like he had run ten miles. He had never had a blow job before, but he suddenly had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last one.

The woman eased over and leaned down. She scooped her tits out of the corset and held them up. “Does my little dearie want a tittie fuck? I’ve got just the magic for that.”

Steven was able to nod, and the redheaded beauty stood up slowly and strutted over to him swaying her hips slowly while she licked her lips. She massaged her tits slowly and licked each nipple before knelling down again. She bent over and kissed the tip of his cock and the eased her tits up and around it. She pushed together and eased up and back slowly.

Steven moaned as his cock slid easy between the woman’s stunning tits. At the very top of her pull she dipped her chin and gave his cock head a little kiss and then released her tits and let his cock ease back down. She then repeated with this time putting some more pressure on Steven’s rapidly hardening cock.

She was soon going at a pretty good rate and cackling like a proper witch the whole time. Steven thanked heaven that he jerked off a lot at home, so he actually had some good stamina and he was soon pumping along with his enchanted fuck toy. Steven gave a loud grunt and the woman said, “That’s it my little pretty!”

Steven lost it at that and splooged all over the woman’s face. She cackled again and let her tits go. She licked her lips and make a face like she was eating the world’s most tasty ice cream. “That’s the stuff my little boy! You’ve made me a happy little witch, so happy I will let you go without turning you into a toad.”

“Uhhh, sure?” Steven said. He stood up and pulled up his pants. He looked at the woman who was rubbing her face and licking her fingers. Steven was thinking about asking for a proper fuck when suddenly the curtain pulled back and the guy who had been at the booth earlier walked in.

“Chris? Where are you, the booth…”

The man hadn’t pulled back the curtain, so it closed behind him. Steven gaped, frozen, and then thought “Of all the shit to be thinking about, the curtain closing is not what I should be focused on.”

The man’s face was a mix of stunned disbelief and lust. The witch was still topless and was just finishing licking her fingers. She looked at the man and cackled. “Now that was a foolish thing to do my curious little boy. To punish you for being bold, you are now turned into a toad!”

She waved her hand and snapped her fingers and there was another “Poof!” A little flash and a bit of smoke and Steven nearly fainted when he saw a big toad sitting where the man had been. The witch leaned over and picked it up. “There now my little pet. Much better. Crissy the Witch doesn’t like little boys who walk in on her. You will be much better off as my pet.” She cackled and then gave it a kiss and the toad croaked.

Steven was able to get his breathing under control and then finished putting up his pants. “Uh, thank you. That was very fun. I’ll just be going now.”

Crissy the Witch turned to him and gave him an evil smile. “Yes, you do that my pretty. Perhaps we will cross paths again and then, uh, then, we, ohhhhhh.”

Crissy swayed on her feet. Steven backed towards the curtain not sure if he wanted to see what was coming. The woman put her hands to her head and then she let out a loud gasp.

“Poof!” “Poof!”

Steven blinked and saw the woman back in her old costume and the man lying on the floor just as he had been. Both were glassy eyed and looked very confused. Steven slipped out and headed into the nearest crowd.

Steven didn’t know what he was doing for the next few minutes. He just walked around the Con and finally sat down near the concessions. He caught his breath and after several minutes of silence he finally said “My God, it’s real. It’s really real!”

Steven mind went from stunned confusion to a mile a minute. He thought about what the man said, and how the wand had worked. One slap had turned that saleswoman into a real live witch with actual magic. But it had worn off, and her spell on her co-worker had worn off too.

“If I had smacked her again, she would have stayed a witch longer. If I had really laid into her, I could have turned her into a real witch forever.” Steven thought. Then he thought about the guy and shook his head. “Yeah, maybe not such a good idea. Unless I can make her my servant…”

Steven sat there for nearly an hour thinking about many things. Then he stood up and headed back to the booth with the old man. Anyone who had known Steven before would had noted a big change in his step. There was confidence that had not been there before, and Steven was looking around the Con with a definite change in attitude.

He reached the booth and found the old man with Tammy and a very hot older woman in her mid-forties. She looked very much like a cougar and MILF. She had obviously fake tits, long bleached blonde hair, bright blue eyes that appeared to be very dim and empty and a very loud giggle.

“Ah, back again. Very good. Oh, my manners, my wife Tracy.”

“Like, call me Trish!”

The man laughed and the girls both giggled.

“Ah yes. Tracy was my high school crush. Class Valedictorian, captain of the track team, all-star, etc. Went to a great school and was on the way to being a first-class lawyer with lots of political aspirations. Then I looked her up and made her into my dream girl. I must confess, I still do feel a bit dirty about it considering I was her teacher after all. But water under the bridge and all that.”

“Uh yeah. Ahem, okay this thing works as advertised. I tried it and had some fun.” Steven gave a brief explanation of what had happened with the old man chuckling like a lecher and the two bimbos giggling along.

“Very good. Yes, the magic is only temporary unless you work on it for a while. You will find that it will depend on the persons will power and hidden fantasies. Someone being turned into something they secretly have desired to try or be will resist the change much less than forcing someone. Tammi here had zero desire to become a porn star, while Trish had secretly had a fantasy about being a bimbo. Trish was much easier to convert fully. I had to work over Tammi every day for nearly two weeks before it became permanent. I would recommend a, um, re-application if you will to a subject every twenty-four hours until you feel the permanence.”

“How can I tell it’s permanent?”

“A feeling. You’ll know, it will feel like the energy isn’t flowing into the person anymore. You said you almost blacked out when you smacked the woman yes? That is the standard reaction the first time. The next time you won’t have that happen, you’ll feel like you just finished a sprint and are drawing your first breath. When that feeling stops, you will no longer need to work your spells on that person.”

“What about physical transformations? Like turning a lead weight into gold?”

“Ah, the easy road. Sorry, that one is limited as well. You can make something transform into something else such as a piece of iron into a gold bar, or a junker car into a brand-new BMW, or a desk into a bed, for a while. But the magic will wear off again. You can keep casting, but it won’t become permanent. I think its because things that can’t think can’t be convinced that they are now something else. Depending on the size of the object you can make the transformation last for a while though. For your clothes or something like a suitcase, say 24 hours. A watch could stay transformed for a couple of days. A car, maybe twelve hours, anything larger though a few hours at most. That limitation was why I made sure to have some very talented “friends” helping me with money.”

Steven looked down at his gut and said, “How about on me?”

The man sadly shook his head. “I have tried but have not found a way to make myself different. I can make my clothes and shoes turn into thousand-dollar suits with designer shoes, but it’s still me physically. But I have noticed that it doesn’t seem to matter, now does it girls?”

Both bimbos giggled and Tammi licked the man’s ear.

Steven nodded and then straightened up. “What’s the price? I don’t have much cash now, but I can get you a lot with this wand in a very short time.”

The man laughed. “The price my lad isn’t money. I was a loser like you, and someone had pity on me. His price was something other than money, it was a person to care for him in his very old age. I turned his lawyer into his personal nurse who loved him dearly and she cared for him until he died. I already have my women to care for me, but Tammi here is in her thirties and I do so like young meat. So, at some point in time I will contact you and will request a new bimbo slave. You will provide me with one. If you breach this contract and agreement, then all the magic you have cast up to that point will instantly dissipate. Anyone you have enslaved will be free, although they will be confused for a while, they will likely have some memories. The longer they are under your dominance the more they will remember. This woman you turned into a witch will likely not remember much if anything and it will likely seem like a dream or hallucination. But someone who was turned into your sex doll for ten years? That could be bad.”

Steven looked at the man and said, “You have a deal sir.”

The man extended his hand and Steven shook it. Steven felt something, a little twinge in his mind, and then he felt the wand in his hand. He looked at it and swore he could see it pulse with an energy.

“I do think this will be fun.” He thought.

OH THE WAY HOME

Steven was feeling pretty giddy on the drive home. He had used the wand to transform his beat-up Honda into a sleek black corvette and had gone the long way. He had gotten out on the ring road around the city and had driven two full loops just for fun while he planned his next day.

“I’ll go in early, really early. That bitch in HR, Sandra, she’s always in early. I bring her under my power and then use her to call in those other assholes one at a time and work some magic on them. I’ll fucking take over the whole company and make them understand who the real boss is!” Steven muttered to himself. He got a bit lost in his fantasy and was focused entirely on how to transform the normally no-nonsense brunette HR director into something deviant that he failed to realize he was going rather fast.

It was the red flashing in his rearview that finally got his attention. “Huh? Oh SHIT! Damn it, why couldn’t I just wait to get home to fantasize? Cripes, now I need to pull over.”

The area of the free way was under construction and Steven figured they would give him some slack if he pulled over on the next exit. He made the turn and went down to the light and turned right. He drove a bit until he could find a place to park safely. It turned out to be about halfway down the block in a parking lot that was concealed by a tall row of hedges. Steven noted that the building was an office building of three stories, big but not big enough for any security. Steven also noted that there was only one camera near the door, and he pulled in away from it.

Steven had already figured he would use the wand on the cop as he wasn’t sure that the spell on his car had transformed the paperwork and he wasn’t about to go to jail and try to explain why his car suddenly turned into a Honda.

Steven rolled down his window and sighed as the flashlight shown in. “Sir, do you know how fast you were going?”

Steven looked up at the voice. It was a woman’s voice. A rather nice sounding one. Just then another cop shined the light in from the other side and Steven noted that it was another woman by her figure. The parking lot was dark, and they were both shining lights in his face, so it was hard to make out the women.

Steven cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. I was doing ninety. I got completely distracted by some stuff at work and just didn’t pay attention. No excuses officer.”

“Huh, that’s a first.” The cop opposite Steven said and the other one said “Eh, you get one now and then. Sir, I appreciate the fact that you aren’t arguing it, but you were way over the speed limit and I also did see you swerve several times.”

“Oh yeah. It’s the car actually. I just got it and I’m still getting used to how it handles.”

“I see. Would you please step out of the car please?”

Steven gulped and nodded. He opened the door and got out slowly. The other officer had come around and now Steven got a good look at them. The two cops were a taller black woman who was doing most of the talking and had what appeared to be Sergeant’s stripes on her sleeve. The other woman was slightly shorter (but still taller than Steven), white, and had lighter color hair, but it was hard to tell in the dark. Both looked very nice, with their uniforms fitting closely to their bodies.

The sergeant said, “Do you mind if we look through your car?”

Steven was sweating and that didn’t help him much. “Uh, well, I guess so but why? I’m just driving home and…”

“Sir, step back please. You have consented to search. I have reason to believe you are driving under the influence and I’m going to check your car for alcohol containers.” The Sergeant said.

“That’s bull! I’m not…” Steven trailed off as the two cops gave him a cold stare and stiffened. The white cop’s hand went to her tazer, but Steven quickly held up his hands. “Okay! Hey, no need for that! Go ahead. My registration is in the glove compartment, but my wallet fell on the floor and slid under the passenger seat. You’ll have to reach in to get it.”

“Okay, wait here. The Sergeant looked in and then bent in over the driver’s seat. The seat was pushed forward so she was having a bit of a time holding her flashlight while feeling around. “Damn it. Carol, hold your light over here so I can see, will you?”

“Okay, hang on.” The other cop went over. Part of Steven wanted to sigh at the fact that the two cops were so un-afraid of him that they didn’t even bother cuffing him or watch him.

But the other part, the part sliding the wand out of his sleeve was thanking the Gods above for this chance. The cop holding the light bent down a bit more as Steven quietly moved up behind them and Steven noted that he could wack them both at once.

Steven took a breath and then said in as strong a voice as he could muster “These two cops are quite the lookers, but now they are my hired themed hookers!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“POOF! POOF!”

Steven stepped back as the smoke cleared. There had been a subdued flash, actually a lot less bright than what he was expecting, and then a cloud of smoke which dissipated to show…

“Hmmmmm, hey there baby. Sooooo, are we going to stand here all night or you gonna take us in?”

“Oh yeah stud! Mmmmmm, I’m so fucking horny right now that I might strip search you here!”

Steven grinned at the two women. The Sergeant was now taller thanks to a pair of black latex platform thigh boots with six-inch heels. Her black hair hung down to her mid back and her face was nicely whored up with lots of makeup. She was wearing a skin-tight rhinestone studded black latex corset with a set of cuffs hanging just below her large and fake looking tits. It hugged her body tight and caused her tits to nearly pop out and a tight pair of black wet look booty shorts. Her tits had grown as well and looked nice and enhanced. A Black latex Police Hat also studded with Rhinestones sat on her head. The cheap plastic badge said, “Sex Police”. The other officer was now a bleach blonde with dim blue eyes, had a matching set of tits, and was dressed in a light blue spandex body suit with the words “Sex Police” printed in bold letters across her tits, and black six-inch heels. She wore a matching blue hat with rhinestones and had a belt with a dildo and pink fuzzy cuffs on it. She popped a bubble and gave him a sexy smile as hard on inducing as the witch’s earlier.

“Oh, I think we’ll head back to my place for further questioning, but first let me take care of something. Why don’t you two hop in my car and think nice horny thoughts.”

“M’kay stud. Officer Keesha can do that.” The black cop/hooker said and swayed over to the car with the blonde in tow. Steven moved over to the cop car. He looked in and gave silent thanks. “No dash cam, what luck! Well, let’s just make this car disappear for a bit while I get gone with my entertainment. This cop car will not spoil my luck, as it is now a piece of junk!”

Steven tapped his wand on the hood of the car and when the smoke cleared, he grinned. The cop car was now a stripped-down hulk with no tires, rusted body and something that looked like it was in a scrap yard. There were not even any plates on it.

“That should buy me some time. But let’s do a little update.” Steven walked over and tapped his own car and focused. He was pleased to see that the license plates changed to another state and completely different number. The color also changed to a dark green instead of black.

“Like the man said, only temporary, but more than enough to get home.”

Steven got in the now rather crowded front (it was a two seat, so his two cops/hookers were crammed into one), and said “I don’t drive while distracted well, so you two just sit tight until we get to my place. Then we’ll have our fun.”

“Sounds good baby. You’re paid for the whole night, so whatever you want you get.” Keesha said with a grin and the blonde giggled and twirled her hair.

Steven had to focus to not speed. Just as he was pulled onto the freeway, he noted some approaching red lights and thanked heaven again for being quick. “Damn, this will be fun. Themed Hookers? Two cops turned into hookers dressed like cops? Damn this is the best night ever!” Steven thought as he drove home.

It took all his focus to keep it just at the speed limit, but he got home to his apartment building without getting pulled over. He parked his car knowing it would turn back to normal by morning and carefully led his two cops turned hookers up to his apartment. Despite the bs at work, Steven did make a lot of money, so his place was in a nice building with an underground carpark and passcode elevator. He also lived on the top floor, but that was due more to perfect timing in getting a lease than money. It was just after nine when he led his two giggling companions down the hall and into his place.

He locked the door and turned around to a full-on tongue in mouth kiss from the cop who had called herself Keesha. She broke it off with a sigh and a breathy “About time baby, Officer Keesha was getting way to horny to wait much longer. Officer Crystal is just waiting for her first time around ain’t you girl?”

“Oh yeah, first night out with Keesha! Hmmmmm, this will be fun!” The blonde said with a high voice and a giggle. Steven let his hand feel up Keesha and then he reached out with his other hand and groped the blonde on her right tit. She giggled and licked her lips.

“Oh yeah. You likey? Nice and firm, the best money can buy!”

“Let’s see them.”

The two cops looked at each other and laughed. Keesha pulled down her top and her tits popped free. Steven gaped and then blinked as Crystal unzipped her bodysuit and let her tits pop out. Both were perfect orbs of at least 36 DD enhanced goodness. Steven bent down and gave each one of Keesha’s nipples a long sloppy kiss and then the same to Crystal. Steven pulled the fuzzy cuffs off Crystal’s belt and twirled them around his fingers.

“I’m in the mood for a little bondage. I think the rookie needs to be restrained, we don’t want her getting too worked up. Officer Keesha, strip your partner here and cuff her. Then let’s take this into the bedroom for further processing.”

“Yes sir! Officer Crystal, get your ass out of that uniform!”

“Yes ma’am!”

Crystal snapped too and unzipped the rest of the way quickly. Steven ordered her to leave her heels, belt and hat on. Once she was stripped, Keesha pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed her. Then she guided the blonde back to his bedroom.

“Officer Keesha, I think I need to do a body cavity search of both of you. Lay down while Officer Crystal does an, ahem, oral examination of your privates. I’ll handle searching her.”

“You got it, boss.” Keesha eased off her hot pants and Steven grinned at the beautifully shaved pussy. Keesha laid back on his bed and spread her legs. Steven pushed the blonde forward and bent her over the bed and shoved her face down into Keesha’s pussy. Steven didn’t even have to give another order, he heard a “Oooooooooo” from Keesha and a muffled giggle from Crystal.

Steven gave Crystal a slap on the ass and then dropped his pants. He was already rock hard, and he teased Officer Crystals pussy with his fingers. He noted that she was nice and wet and also shaved. Steven positioned his cock and slowly pushed in.

“Oh God!” Steven exclaimed. She was tight and wet, and she fit wonderfully. Crystal pushed back against him and he entered all the way in with one solid push. He pulled out and started to build his rhythm. He still had his wand in his hand, and he started to rub it over Officer Crystal’s back with an occasional slap on her wonderful ass.

“You’re a fucking slutty hooker, aren’t you? You are a whore, a nasty blonde bimbo whore who loves having sex for money. You fucking slut! You whore!” Steven growled out as he spend up. Keesha was moaning loudly and Crystal was slurping away with an occasional “Yes! I’m a whore!”

Steven sped up and then felt himself ready to cum. With a loud “You fucking Hooker!” he came hard in Crystal’s pussy and smacked her ass hard with his wand. Crystal let out a muffled scream and Keesha shouted “FUCK YEAH!” and then started shuddering as she came.

Steven pumped his seed into Officer Crystal when suddenly he felt odd. He staggered back a bit and then realized it was the power of the wand. The flow had stopped when he had shouted and came in Crystal.

Steven remembered the old man’s words. He blinked and walked over to Crystal who was now lying on her side gasping for air. Steven tapped her ass with his wand and felt nothing. No reaction, no flow of power, nothing.

“Oh shit! I just turned this cop into a hooker permanently!” Steven thought. “Cripes, how the hell did that happen? The old man said that it took weeks to permanently transform someone.” After a few moments Crystal rolled over onto her back and grinned. “That was nice baby, you wanna un-cuff me and let me search you?”

“That sounds, uh, sounds great, I uh, why is the room spinning? Where am I?”

Steven’s gaze jerked over at the sound of Keesha’s voice changing and becoming less sexy. His eyes widened as he saw her costume start to change back into her uniform.

Steven moved over and bought his wand down on her thigh with a loud SMACK as he blurted out “Officer Keesha is changing fast, so put this cop into a trance!”

The cop froze and her eyes rolled up into her head. She had sat up, so Steven eased her back down. Crystal giggled and ran her hand over her partner’s leg. Steven waved her back. He thought for a moment and then said, “Into a trance Crystal goes, so she can then tell me all she knows.”

Crystal’s eyes rolled up and she flopped back. Unlike Keesha she had a broad smile on her face and appeared to be resting after a long fuck.

“Okay, I put them both into a trance. This wand is kinky, but it seems to be adjusting these two to my tastes so that means it kind of understands me and what I want done. So, the trance should make them open to suggestions and honest when I question them. So, let’s do some research.” Steven thought.

“Do you hear me officers?”

“Yes.” The sergeant said in a completely monotone voice.

Steven looked at Crystal and she didn’t respond.

“Officer Crystal, why don’t you respond?”

“I’m not a cop anymore. I’m a hooker dressed as a slutty cop.” She replied in that high-pitched voice she had since he had turned earlier.

“Okay. Crystal, do you remember being a cop?”

“Yes.”

“What do you remember and why was it so easy to turn into a hooker?”

“I really like sex. I was kind of a tramp in high school and college. I got into trouble once and my dad called in some favors to keep me from getting kicked out of college. But I had to become a cop for a while before switching over to finish my law degree. I found out really quick that I couldn’t sleep my way through the academy and my dad wouldn’t pay for law school unless I finished. I was in my rookie year with the Sergeant here and nearly done when we stopped you. It’s been a while since I had any real fun and when you turned me into a hooker my old personality took over with a vengeance. I could feel your power flowing over me, warping my mind, telling me a was really a hooker. I felt so horny and turned on, and I know I am a hot bitch, so it was so easy to give in and accept what the power wanted me to become. Mmmmmm, so easy…”

Steven tapped his lip as he listened. “So, I found a cop with a major party girl streak who loves sex and she gave into the power easily. Okay, that makes sense, she wasn’t fighting my magic. But this other one obviously doesn’t want to be a whore and will take more training.” Steven murmured to himself.

Steven leaned down and snapped his fingers in front of Crystal’s face. She blinked and then gave him a spacy smile and licked her lips. He motioned for her to be quiet and pointed at the bathroom. She took the hint and swayed out of the bedroom. Steven then turned and looked at the Sergeant, now dressed in her uniform with no trace of makeup, sex or anything odd.

Steven leaned down and spoke.

“Do you remember what just happened?”

“It is like a dream, very vivid but also weird, like watching an out of focus tv. I am not sure if what I think happened actually happened.”

“Did you like being a hooker?”

“Yes and no.”

“Explain.”

“They are law breakers, criminals. But they use their looks and sex appeal to work men over. I like doing that sometimes as it is so easy.”

“Don’t you enjoy sex? Wouldn’t using sex be a useful way to manipulate men?”

“Yes, but the idea of selling my body is not something that I would ever consider. It repulses me.”

“But you are very pretty. Men would lust after you.”

“I know. I have used my looks sometimes, but not at work. It isn’t professional.”

“What if you were in a profession where you always could use your looks.”

“That might be fun. Men can be entertaining sometimes when you tease them, and I am good at it off duty.”

Steven paused a moment. “Hmmmm, this could be fun.” He gently pulled her legs apart and eased his wand over her pussy. He concentrated and he saw the cop flush and heard her breath catch. He gently teased his wand over her zipper and said “I think you really need a new profession then. One you can enjoy using your looks and sex appeal. One where being a hot sexy woman is a big plus.”

Steven concentrated on visualizing the cop as she had been in her themed hooker clothes, makeup and sexy voice. “I think you want to be like your memories. Hot! Sexy! Horny! For sale!”

Steven emphasized each word and tapped the cop with his wand. He smiled as with each word the cop would stiffen and change a bit. The uniform would tighten and morph, the boots lengthened, the make up became more pronounced, the hair longer, the tits bigger.

“That’s it KEESHA.” Steven said with heavy emphasis and smacked her thigh hard. The cop gasped and her uniform turned completely back into her hooker get up. “You aren’t a cop. You were never meant to be a cop. You’re a HOOKER! Officer Keesha of the Vice Squad!”

Steven slid her hot booty shorts down her legs and then touched her glistening pussy. He focused on his vision of her as a hooker and eased the tip of wand into her vagina. Her whole body tensed, and he repeated “Hot! Sexy! Horny! For Sale!” Each time he rubbed his wand up and down her juicy pussy lips and she would jerk in pleasure.

Steven reached up and pulled down her corset. Her tits popped free and he traced his wand up her stomach and then began to trace the tip around her nipples while he repeated himself again and again.

“Hot! Sexy! Horny! For Sale!”

After a few times around each nipple he moved up to her lips and traced her mouth. After a bit she licked his wand and he heard her mutter along.

“Hot! Sexy! Horny! For Sale! Hot! Sexy! Horny! For Sale!”

He moved back down and traced her tits again while he spread her legs further. Steven’s cock was now rock hard, and he easily slid into the cop’s pussy and began to pump into her matching his rhythm.

“Hot! Sexy! Horny! For Sale!”

Steven was soon pounding her hard and she was practically shouting along. Steven tensed and just as he blasted his load into the cop he shouted: “This sexy woman is now transformed! She will be a hooker to enjoy and make perform!”

Steven felt a rush of energy and then the same stop of the flow that he had felt with Crystal. He looked at Officer Keesha and she was grinning mindlessly with her eyes still rolled back.

Steven leaned down and said “Officer Keesha, do you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a cop?”

Keesha giggled and said “No, I’m a hooker.”

Steven eased off his newest creation and rolled onto his back. “Hmmm, so a bit of trance brain-washing can help along an otherwise reluctant person. Good to know.” He leaned over and snapped his fingers in front of Keesha’s eyes.

Keesha blinked and then let out a giggle. “MMmm, that was fun baby. But a hard-core copper like me needs some meat IN her if you get my meaning. LOTS of meat!”

Steven rolled over and spread her legs again. “Oh yes Officer. Yes indeed. Hope you are hungry, I’ve got plenty of meat to go around!”

Steven cock was already hardening nicely when he eased into her and he was soon fucking away on third hot conquest of the day. A few minutes into it, Crystal came back and provided a nice set of tits to suck on while he fucked.

Steven pulled an all-nighter with his two whores. He’d fuck one while the other one sucked his balls, or let him lick her tits, or just played with herself. Steven gave them both a nice spanking and sometimes he would just lay there while they both sucked him off. His two hookers were insatiable and thanks to some Jolt cola (for his online gaming binges) and some No-doze Steven fucked and played until dawn.

As the sun started to come up, he showed his two hookers to the door (after making sure he had their numbers) and then watched from his window as they swayed down the street until they met a cab at the corner. They waved it down and got in.

Steven smiled and yawned as they drove off. He felt a bit of guilt for a moment over turning two women into hookers but shook his head. They had pulled him over and had then tricked him into letting them search the car, at least in his opinion. He was having too good a night for it to be ruined by sitting in a police station.

“Well, that was fun. But now its time for some more fun.” Steven said out loud as he went to shower and change for work.

EARLY AT WORK

Steven smiled as he walked through the nearly empty office floor. His company took up an entire floor of a large downtown office building. He was the coder and several of his programs had been VERY successful for insurance companies. He had very large cubical in the corner that was near to an office as you could get and an actual computer room that he could use to work on coding and updating the system. The higher ups were somewhat paranoid about control of access to their system, so he couldn’t keep his office in there even though he was there nearly all day.

Which left his cube open for lots of pranks by the young and dumb crowd.

The major part of insurance was selling the product, so most of the company was focused on sales. And like most salesmen, the people in that department were Type As, good looking, schmoozers of the first order, and generally people Steven didn’t hang around or even really like. Even better, most of them were slightly younger than him and just about everyone was part of some frat and they carried on like they still were.

If Steven actually had an office that he could lock up to keep the morons at bay, he probably would be just fine. But he didn’t quiet rate one even though he was probably the company’s most valuable asset in terms of human capital. So, he had to deal with things like stupid pictures taped to his screen, balloons in stupid shapes, toys (including some rather embarrassing sex toys), stupid jokes, and even once when someone put a pop-up blade in his chair.

Steven sighed about that. It was supposed to have just poked him enough to make him yelp except he was pretty heavy. It had instead actually stabbed him, and he had to go get it stitched. He was humiliated in front of nearly everyone. HR pulled the security footage and the asshole had gotten written up and demoted for “assault” by HR. Steven had felt pretty good until someone had shoved him hard from behind at the end of the day into a wall. The guy had grabbed his hair and forced his face into wall so he couldn’t see who it was.

“You fuck with another salesman again you’re going to get a lot worse you fat fucking loser! Don’t think for a minute we don’t know who turned James in! You do it again and you’ll be in a hospital!”

The guy had shoved him into a large plant and then run off before he could see who it was. It didn’t matter of course that it wasn’t Steven who had turned the guy in, he was just someone they could get back at. Since then Steven had tried to simply avoid everyone at the company. It also helped that they did back off a bit. At least until the asshole squad saw him at the Con.

But that was going to change now.

Steven knew that nearly everyone showed up for work between 8:30 and 9:00 with the secretaries, admin staff and so on coming in a bit earlier. It was not even 7:00, but Steven knew that one person would be in and once he had her things would be much easier.

Ms. Charlotte Elams, Director of Human Resources, and probably the most feared person in the company.

Charlotte was a driven careerist who took no prisoners. She was completely neutral about her job. Man, woman, cat, dog, it didn’t matter. You followed the rules and if you didn’t, she would crush you like an ant. She was probably the main reason Steven hadn’t quit in that she came down on the idiots hard when they stepped over the line too far. A joke she could understand, a sex toy or something that could be construed as assault?

Oh, you had better run.

The guy who had put the blade on his chair had taken the demotion and then quit a few weeks later when he found out that Charlotte was still gunning for him. She had found out by accident that the same guy had put a couple of sex toys in Steven’s cubical and she had decided he needed to go one way or the other. Despite the fact that the guy had some friends on the sales side and was doing really well, he had fled once he heard about it. Steven was sure that the others had held back out of fear of her.

But Steven also knew that the CEO of the company was not happy with his sales staff getting smacked around and had reigned her in a bit. Enough that they could get away with some stuff, but Steven was sure that a couple of the assholes were gunning for him since they couldn’t get Charlotte.

Steven smiled. He didn’t like Charlotte per say but had a great deal of respect for her and her professionalism. And the fact that the thirty-year old woman was also a smoking hot babe didn’t hurt either. She was just shy of six foot and seemed taller in her two-inch heels. Her dark blonde hair was always done up in a tower braid with some ringlets down each side. She had blue eyes that were cold as ice, her body was toned and had some nice muscle on it as well as some really nice curves including a 34 CC set of tits. She always wore a knee length skirt and form fitting blouse and she turned heads every time she walked around. Steven had heard that one of the women in the company had given her grief about using her looks and Charlotte had nearly torn her head off. She had supposedly said “I know I’m hot and I’m not afraid to show it. If someone is dumb enough to see only my looks then they get what they have coming for being stupid and thinking with their dicks!”

Steven knew that if he got her under his power taking out the assholes would be easy. So, respect for her or not, Charlotte would have to be made a slave.

Steven noted the light seeping through the blinds of her windows. He also knew you couldn’t see through them from any place and that the room was sound-proofed. Charlotte could get pretty loud when ripping someone a new one, so the company had made sure it could be done silently.

Steven swallowed and then knocked on her door. There was a pause and then the doorknob turned. It opened a bit and Charlotte was there in her workout clothing. She wasn’t sweaty so she had not hit the gym yet (there was one in the basement, she had a membership), and was dressed in black spandex full leg tights, a black spandex sport bra and her hair was done up in a ponytail instead of her usually power tower.

“Steven, you’re in early. What is the issue?”

“I think I’m going to have some problems with the as…, ahem, some of the sales staff today.”

Charlotte gave him a level look and said “Come in. I thought we had those morons under control, so why are you worried?”

She turned around and moved towards her desk and Steven moved his wand fast. It came up and he smacked it across her ass hard as he said, “Charlotte is strong and grave, but now she is my fully submissive slave!”

“SMACK!”

“POOF!”

Steven waved his hands and for a moment wondered why he never set off any alarms but that thought left his head when he saw Charlotte.

Charlotte was facing him but was on her knees with her head bowed and her gaze at his feet. Her workout clothing was gone, and she was instead nearly naked except for a black latex garter belt, black stockings, a black leather collar with a chain going down to her belt, and two thick black leather cuffs on both wrists. The cuffs were chained to her belt holding her hands close into her waist and the chain to her collar connected to her waist. She had perfect makeup and had a set of black heels on.

“Charlotte, do you hear me?”

“Yes Master. I hear and obey, I am your slave.” Charlotte responded with the most meek and submissive voice Steven had ever heard.

He chuckled and moved forward. He gently drew his wand over her cheek and lips and she trembled and gasped. “Does this excite you slave?”

“Yes Master, you are showing your power over me excites me. You are so strong and powerful, it makes me realize how weak and insignificant I am. I only have value as a slave and serving such a strong master gives me value.”

Steven grinned. He unzipped and let his cock slide out. “Suck slave, and while you suck, listen closely to your Master. There are many here who don’t realize my power. They need to be trained, taught, and made to understand. You will use your powers and abilities to help me do this.”

Charlotte made a sound that could have been “Yes Master.” But it was hard to tell given his cock in her mouth. She proved to have some skill and Steven was impressed that she was doing so well without using her hands which were shackled to her waist.

“Here is what we will do…”

9AM THAT SAME MORNING

“Fuck me.”

“No thanks, you aren’t my type.”

Fred shot his sales partner Simon the finger as he hung up his phone. It had been beeping the “Message” light when he came in. He had come in a bit early because he had some stuff he had wanted to slip into Steven’s cube, but the nerd had been at his desk with a rather smug look on his face.

“No, the Iron Maiden wants to see me at 0930 after the staff meeting. Something about my attitude.”

“Shit. You think she found out about what we were going to do to the geek?”

“Maybe, the fat little prick was at his desk this morning with a smug look on his fat face so he might have said something. Fucker.”

“Yeah, well, maybe we need to lay off a bit. She’s still hosed at us for all the shit we give him.”

“Fuck her. I’m a frat brother with the Boss’s son, she can’t trump that.”

“Yeah? She’s the hand-picked rep from the Main Office sent by the CEO to polish our image since we kinda went overboard at that conference in Vegas. I’m thinking she might be able to, so again I say we keep quiet and leave nerd boy alone.” Simon replied.

Fred wasn’t in the mood to listen, which made Simon sigh. He had been with Fred, Susan, and Vicky at the con that weekend to see a movie actress that was there. They had seen her, gotten some photos, and then had run into Steven all dressed up with a mask and so on. Fred had really rubbed it in and had been bragging all that night about how he was going to set up Steven on Monday.

Simon was a type A personality and a really good salesman, but he also knew that alone wasn’t enough to make it. You had to be a team player, you had to follow the rules (at least when people were watching), and you had to actually grow the hell up.

Fred was also a great salesman. Probably the best Simon had ever seen. But he acted like a spoiled frat boy still in college with the fancy car, the expensive clothes, and the sorority girls falling all over him. He could sell ice to polar bears, but his attitude was a problem.

He was the office playboy. Susan and Vicky had both had affairs with him, and even though he had broken up with them over a new conquest, they still melted every time he smiled at them, along with about every other woman in the office. Except of course Charlotte.

Charlotte was a sore point with Fred. She was fully resistant to his charms and had publicly torn him a new asshole when he made a pass at her. Fred was probably lucky that he hadn’t been closer to her and tried one of his famous “brush” moves as she would have fired him for unwanted contact on the spot. She had cracked down hard on the sales staff after she had seen how they carried on. The site boss’s son was best buds from the college days, so Fred had thought he had cover for his screwing around as well as his sales record.

But the pranks on the nerd had gotten out of hand and one of his close friend’s had left the office due to Charlotte’s efforts. Worse, Fred had discovered she really was sent down from the CEO because of some publicly poor behavior of the sales team at a Vegas Sales conference, and that was mostly his doing. He could do some stuff, but he had been forced to seriously curtail his goofing off. And true to form, it was not HIS fault, but the nerd who couldn’t defend himself.

Simon was good with some good-natured humor and pranking, but he was seriously starting wonder if his partner was not a bit over the edge on this. So far Susan and Vicky had helped cover for him, but Simon knew that one day he would push someone too far and the fall would not be fun.

Fred had that nasty look he got sometimes when something wasn’t going his way and Simon snapped his fingers to get his attention. “Hey, wake the hell up. Got the meeting and then go and get it out of the way. And hold off on doing something stupid would you? We’ve got a sales call with Peterbilt this afternoon and I need you on your game, not planning some dumb ass college prank.”

Fred gave him another nasty look and then nodded. “Okay, fair enough. For now.”

Right after the meeting Fred headed over to Charlotte’s office. Fred scowled as he got closer at her assistant Casey. Casey was a guy and also gay, which made Fred annoyed. The old assistant had been a cute little brunette who Fred had wrapped around his fingers and had used to help made things “disappear”. He had done that once when Charlotte got there early on, and the very next day she was gone and fired. Fred had blocked her calls, but he was nervous that Charlotte had something on him since then.

“Well, right on time. For once.”

Fred glared at him and said “Do I need to wait, or can I go in and get this done with? I’m busy.”

Casey smiled. “Oh no, she’s more than ready for you. Go right in and shut the door all the way. Wouldn’t want anyone to overhear anything would we?”

Fred glared at him and moved up to the door. It was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open and said, “You wanted to see me?”

Charlotte was dressed in a power pin strip suit with a rather tight blouse that oddly enough had several buttons undone. Fred blinked at her cleavage which she never ever let show, and then cleared his throat. He moved in and sat down after he shut the door. Thanks to his attentions on the previous assistant he knew that there were cameras filming him (an open secret really, you actually signed a form when hired that acknowledged the cameras in HR for legal purposes but most people glossed it over including Fred until his little spy had told him about how she had watched a guy getting fired once on film) so he was on his best behavior.