Boys II MILFS part 6
Daphne and Sheila headed for Mike's house. While Sheila gazed dimly out of the cab window, Daphne turned the facts over in her head.
Something in the water was turning teenaged boys into sexy, mature women.
The water in question was on the street where she lived. Or where the boy she had been lived at least.
Besides a physical transformation, the change seemed to come with a mental satisfaction with their new bodies.
Rather than just aging and changing sex, the transformation also brought with it modifications - breast implants, tattoos, hairstyling, manicures.
It had happened eight years earlier in the same circumstances, and it was never explained or reversed.
There was a seemingly common element - both the victim eight years earlier, and all the victims this time, knew the same boy. And that boy had not aged in the intervening years.
What the fuck was going on?
Mike answered his door. He was a good looking kid, always well dressed, and much more popular with the girls than Donny and Sherman had been. There was no hiding the momentary wave of panic that crossed his face.
"C-can I help you?"
"Mike, it's me - Donny. And this is Sherman. Something's happened dude, you have to help us," Daphne pleaded.
"...Bullshit. Is this a prank? How can those two afford girls like you?" said Mike. Daphne tried to detect if he was putting on a show. This could all be a coincidence, still.
"It really is us, Mike," said Sheila in her squeaky, sing-song voice. "We don't know who else to trust. Please let us in!" Warily, Mike led them into his apartment.
"Is your mom around?" Daphne looked around the modest room.
"No, no... Just me."
"That's good," said Sheila, "because I need all your attention." Whilst Daphne willed her bimbo friend not to blow it, Sheila advanced on Mike, grabbing his ass and pulling him close.
"Mikey," she pouted, "I feel so strange in this new body. I feel so much older... And I have all these urges. Like, I just want a young guy like you to kiss me, feel my big titties and put your big, hard thing in my sexy milf mouth."
Sheila slipped behind Mike and grabbed at his crotch from behind, then spun him round. His back was to Daphne now. This was her chance. She was about to sneak for the middle door when a envelope on the table by the landline caught her eye.
It was a bill addressed to Mr Matthew Wilson.
Matty Wilson, Ava's classmate. Not Mike Walton, Donny and Sherman's classmate. Mike and Matty were the same person. He was involved.
Daphne headed for the middle door - it was the bathroom. Mike cried out, "Hey!" and shoved Sheila to the floor, heading for Daphne. Sheila grabbed his leg, slowing him down. Daphne had a momentary chance and flung open a second door.
Inside was a darkened room that smelled of strange spice. On a table in the centre was a large glass sphere which glowed with an uncanny light. She snatched it up and held it above her head. "Stop right there or I smash this to fucking pieces!"
Mike froze. "Please, please, put it back down."
"Tell me what's going on, Mike. Or is it Matty? I saw the letter out there."
"Just put it down! It's important!"
"She knows, asshole, that's why she's hanging on to it," hissed Sheila. "Now talk!"
Mike slid down the wall, and sat on the floor. "The crystal ball is my focus. I use it to collect and store masculinity from young men... Then I take the energy to keep my body like this."
"A... A vampire?" asked Daphne.
"No. A witch," said Mike. "Nothing feels like this, this youth, this potential. The peak of virility. I've lived a long time and this is the only way I feel alive. So I stole to keep myself this way. Stole from you, from the others. Took the power of your cocks, took years from your lives."
Daphne was getting madder. "How does it work?"
"Magic. Many years of magic and practice. Lifetimes of it," he murmured. Mike's head was in his hands.
Daphne stamped her foot, getting Mike's attention again. "Be. More. SPECIFIC!"
Mike swallowed nervously. "I... I didn't want to kill you. I wanted you to have good lives. And the rule of these things is that you can't take without also giving. I made you into the women you wanted to be, or maybe wanted to fuck, in exchange for your young manhood."
"But how?"
"It's a spell, plus a potion. The potion is in your water supply, Donny. I put it there, in your mains supply. I cast the spell on an area, like a house, so that anyone inside it who is male, in the final stage of puberty, and has been exposed to the potion will begin the change immediately. The male essence and the years you lose come back to me, via the focus."
Daphne sighed. "So I was your target, and Sherman was just a bonus?" She shook her head. "You shouldn't have stolen from us, Mike. You're dangerous. I can't let you do it to anyone else." She heaved the ball against the wall and shattered into countless shards of crystal with an ominous, echoing cracking sound and a flash of light.
"No!" wailed Mike, clutching his stomach and grimacing. "What have you done?"
"I'm changing everyone back."
Mike roared in anguish, and began pulling at his clothes. "Ahhh, no! No! I don't want to change back!"
"Oh my gawd," squeaked Sheila, "look at his body! He's changing like us!" Sure enough, Mike's skinny body was beginning to fill out, gaining weight in the thighs and ass. Soon the seams of his chinos were creaking with womanly thickness, and the bulge of his erection was visible halfway to his knee. Sheila cooed at the sight. "Such a big boy!"
"Not for long," added Daphne grimly.
"No no no no! Not these!" Mike was holding his chest, flesh pushing the fabric under his hands. "I don't want them! I don't want... uhhh... these... ooohhh... fat fucking tits!" Mike was growing visibly older, his face becoming rounder and his hair falling behind him in a brunette cascade of thick, lustrous locks. The buttons on his shirt strained and popped, one by one, as a truly enormous pair of heavy natural breasts forced their way out of his body.
Exposure to the air seemed to be the last straw for Mike's masculinity. With a shaking hand he touched the bulging erection in his pants, and biting his lip he came immediately. A large puddle of sperm flooded the chinos, leaving a sticky, visible wet stain. "Ahh-ahh-hnnnnnn!"
He held his breath as the big bulge retreated into his lap. Daphne and Sheila shared a look, remembering how it had felt for them - an inconceivable loss, but the development of something new and wonderful. The changes settled. Mike was now a woman in her forties, full figured and beautiful. She wasn't a bimbo sexpot like Sheila and Daphne - she was somehow more normal, more real... but with a pair of massive breasts that hung free from Mike's ruined shirt.
"You don't know what you've done," she moaned, stripping out of her torn and cum-stained clothes. Wiping the mess off her leg and pubes with the balled up shirt, Mike opened a cupboard and pulled out some clothes. "I haven't been this way for a hundred years," she complained. "None of this stuff will fit me." She managed to get a pair of baggy jeans over her thighs and ass, and fastening them wasn't a problem around her hourglass waist.
The t-shirt was much tighter though, and even pulling it out over the swell of her breasts caused her to grunt with effort.
The fit was hopeless. Her boobs were just too much, too firm to be constrained by the material. She leaned on the window and looked out over the town. "I'll never be able to do it again. I'll be this, with these ridiculous cow tits, for the rest of my life. I'll get... old." A tear ran down her cheek. "You've killed me."
"No more than you killed us," Daphne said. "I'm sorry you don't like your body. You can and should do something about it if you don't. But what you've been doing is just horrible."
"And what about what you've done? When you smashed the focus, where did you think the magic went?" Mike looked sideways at Daphne.
Daphne realised she was still herself, Sheila too. They hadn't changed back into Donny and Sherman.
"I already used your energy," explained Mike. There's no going back for you either - there never was. I'm talking about the transformation spell. You let it out, all over the town. It's less focused, but it's everywhere now. Anyone who fits the bill and who has some of the potion in their system will change just like you did."
"Well, who did you give the potion to?" asked Sheila.
"The soccer team, at school. I guess anyone who used the water dispenser in the gym there. Everyone on your street."
Holding hands, and not feeling the sense of victory they had hoped, Daphne and Sheila left the witch to her own misery.
Across town, Tim Cheng squirmed on his kitchen floor, his athletic build shrinking into a petite, thick-bodied woman twice his age. He gripped his tits, feeling the implants inside them swell and settle high on his chest. Just like the women in the porn that Tim beat off to nightly, he was now a cock-hungry whore, ready to use his hot new body to fulfill the desires of the most depraved clients.
Next door but one to Donny's house, Steve Sanders found his overweight, dumpy body stretching, his bones elongating, hitting nearly six feet in height from less than five and a half. The orgasm that signalled the end of his masculinity drew a long groan from deep inside him, one that grew higher as his vocal cords stretched into an elegant neck.
His blotchy skin evened to alabaster and his crew cut tumbled into an updo of fine, platinum hair. Big, fake breasts inflated in seconds, and the new woman stood admiring them. Maybe she was a little old to be a mom now, but she'd make a terrific trophy wife for Donny's single dad...
Laying naked on his bed, star striker Chris Adams stroked his dick insistently, his eyes closed as he fantasised about an older woman riding him. He didn't even clock the changes to his body until he was cumming and felt his chick shrink out of his grip. Brushing his light blonde bob out of his face, he looked in wonder at his reflection - a naughty, big titted, tattooed twin sister to his own petite 50 year old mother. Damn, she thought, what time does daddy get home?
Weight began packing onto Robbie Ross' skinny body, doubling his mass in moments. Great heavy breasts swelled out of his torso and piled up on the school library desk in front of him. He slid his pants with difficulty down over his fat new ass and thick thighs just in time for his final blast of cum to splatter the underneath of the desk.
The English teacher, Mr Sullivan, rounded the corner to find a beautiful, chubby and very naked MILF peering over her glasses at him. "Hi handsome..."
Brian couldn't get out of the shower. After his game, he'd headed home and downed a couple of pints of water, as normal. But he quickly found he was burning up, sweating like crazy. Without even stripping out of his underwear, he stood under the cool shower, letting it ease his fever. Soon his well defined pecs were distorted and softened by two large breasts, that swelled further with each year that he aged. He lost his male genitals and ten inches of height, and gained thirty years, some bleach blonde hair, and two of the biggest, heaviest breasts on the planet. He reached under them and into his soaking shorts to finger the hot, needy hole he had grown between his legs. He couldn't even see his new pussy, so big were his tits. Oh yeah, he thought, these are going to get me so much attention...
Fuko walked out of the school in ill-fitting boys clothes and got straight on a bus to Los Angeles.
Six months later, the town was still dealing with the aftermath. In total, one hundred and fifty four young men had changed into older women. Most happened straight away, with the boys having already been exposed to the water and then being struck by the loose spell. Some changed in the two weeks after, having been exposed to the spell and then consuming some contaminated water.
They were all attractive, but some had extreme figures. Some just disappeared, getting on with their new lives. Some were disorientated at first, but adjusted quickly. In time some married, and even bore children in the case of some younger women.
Daphne told the story publicly, appearing on talk shows and being interviewed everywhere. The truth of the transformations could not be denied. Some were even caught on camera, and had been shown all over the world. Fetishists used the videos as porn, and trans women flocked to the town, hoping to be affected. They never were. The witch woman who had lived as Mike had vanished. Daphne speculated that she might have found a way to try again, in a new place, with a new group of young men, full of youth and potential, ripe for her harvest.
The end.
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