Wicca Magick

by Wholeman

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Magic, TransGender, Body Modification, Transformation, .

Desc: Sex Story: A little magic gone wrong.

Most people have a very strange idea about 'witches', like witches are all women, or witches worship the devil.


All of that tripe was propaganda propagated by the Royalty of Europe, when it became fashionable to be a Christian, and to prove it was bad to be a witch, they were pictured wearing a broad brimmed conically shaped hat, when all of the fashionable people wore a conical hat without a brim! Big Deal!

Witches are people who practice the religion of Wicca. The basic tenants of which say:

The Power shall not be used to bring harm, to injure or control others. But if the need rises, the Power shall be used to protect your life or the lives of others.

The Power is used only as need dictates.

The Power can be used for your own gain, as long as by doing so you harm none.

It is unwise to accept money for use of the Power, for it quickly controls it taker.

Be not as those of other religions.

Use not the Power for prideful gain, for such cheapens the mysteries of Wicca and magick.

Ever remember that the Power is the sacred gift of the Goddess and God, and should never be misused or abused.

Wicca a Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, By Scott Cunningham - Llewellyn Publications

Another way of saying the rules is 'Do what you will, as long as it does no harm to another.'

Of course, these are the rules known by Wiccans, this does not include the reasons why you must follow the rules of Power.

Basically, the reason can be expressed: Good or harm done with the Power comes back to you seven fold.

Now on to the story!

(Author's note: Some say three fold. In the Author's experience, it is seven as many dictate.)

I found one of my wife's 'Witch' books and finally became curious as to what types of magic could be done, by my witch wife or one of her 'coven'.

There was a bunch of drivel about philosophy and such. So I scanned on past that stuff and got right down to casting spells. There were example of how to make a magic circle, what herbs and oils to use, how to use the Athame, how to build Power and direct it to a purpose.

This stuff was cool!

I started thinking about what kind of things I could do with this stuff, if it really works that is.

'You know, ' I thought, 'Mary has always been lacking in the boob department. Maybe I could give her a little boost, and thereby prove to myself whether this stuff works, as well as give myself a little bit more to play with.'

I carefully set up our bedroom making my sleeping beauty the center of the circle. Anointed her with the proper oils I had prepared with her Athame. I built the Power just as the book told me, and I swear I could see a glowing white light building around me as I did so.

When I felt I had enough Power for the job, I directed it toward Mary and visualized her having a 'C' cup size set of breasts.

The glow became very bright, shooting forth en-globing Mary, and becoming a warmer more golden color, seemingly soaking right into her light obscured body. When it was finally gone I had to cover my mouth with my hand, to silence my gasp.

Well you could have knocked me over with a feather! Low and behold there she lay with boobs! Unbelievable!

I quickly cleaned up all of the ritual paraphernalia and slid into bed with my buxom wife, not wanting to waken her and spoil my surprise, I can hardly wait for tomorrow.

It was incredibly difficult not to grope her new boobies, but I refrained and finally drifted off to sleep.

"ROBERT!" I was abruptly awakened by Mary's scream emanating from the bathroom.

"Mmfff ... what?" I mumbled back.

"Do you know anything about these?" she was pointing to her boobs and glaring at me accusatorially.

"Don't you like them dear? I think they look incredible. Come back to bed so we can test drive them," I was leering at her hooters.

"So you, did this to me? Have you been into my Wicca books?" she had a funny look on her face.

"You have been trying to get me to show some interest in your witchy dealings. So I started reading one of them and I just wanted to try and see if it worked, and man did it work! Come to bed, please baby," I cajoled.

"You poor foolish man. Don't you think that if I wanted bigger boobs I could have done it myself?" she glared.

"I suppose ... well I guess, I don't really know," I replied shrugging my shoulders.

"Well you should have come to me, if you wanted to learn the way. You have no Idea what you have done, honey, but I promise I will try and help you live with the consequences of your actions. Just please, do not try any more spells, at least not until you have been properly educated. I realize you didn't think you were doing anything that I wouldn't like, due to your narrow-minded male thought patterns. Most women with big boobs would rather have small ones. Before we met, I had a 'D' cup set of boobs and I used the Power to shrink them," she lectured.

"Well just use it to shrink them again," I offered.

"We can't, at least not for a very long time. I won't be able to since you are the one who cast the spell on me. You won't be able to since you used it to harm another and are still untrained. I'd say it would probably be at least two years before you will be able to make amends and conjure up enough Power to fix my chest, and many years after that to be able to reverse the effects on yourself," she let out a huge sigh and shook her head.

"What are you talking about?" I was sitting up on the edge of the bed by this time.

"Sweetheart, you might look down to your chest. I don't think you are going to recognize it," she started to giggle.

I looked as I had been told, and there on my chest was a set of 'C' cup sized breasts. No make that 'DD' cup breasts, no 'E' cup no ... No! "Oh my God they are still growing! Mary what's happening?" I hollered.

"Well sweetie, with Wicca, any harm you do to another comes back to you seven fold. It's a damn good thing you didn't give me back my 'D' cups. It's going to be bad enough as it is!" she was laughing outright now.

"This is not funny Mary I've got tits passing the 'GG' cup range and still going. What am I going to do?" I was staring at this huge set of boobs bobbing up and down on my own ribcage.

Mary quickly climbed into bed with me, "Come to bed dear and let's give those babies a test drive."

"This isn't funny Mary!" I was getting annoyed.

"No it's not, and there is not one damn thing that we can do about it, at least not until later today. You know, those look really sensitive, I wonder... ?" she reached up and caressed my nipple.

"Oh God! Tha ... that ... that was incredible," I squealed.

She leaned over and said, "You ain't seen nothing yet," as she placed one of my nipples into her mouth.

"Ohhhh my! Is it like this for you when I suck on your nipples?" I asked her feeling completely out of breath.

"Mmmm ... you like that huh?" she said around my areola. She then re-sucked a full mouthful working it in and out and around.

I didn't even have an erection, but I shot my wad as she worked my nipple. I started arching my back and twitching all over.

"Was it good for you sweetie?" Mary asked.

"What the hell was that?" I panted.

"Nipple orgasm. Did you like that?" she smiled down at me.

"I don't believe that just happened. I shot my wad into my PJs and I wasn't even hard. What's happening to me?" I started sobbing.

She started rubbing my back, "I'm sorry dear, but boobs are like that. They are very easily stimulated. I think though, there must be a lot of in your system, that's why no erection and why you are so easily stimulated."

"That's a relief. So, it's because of that I've got immense hooters and a limp Dick," I groused.

"No, it's because of you giving me big boobs, that you have giant boobs and lots of in your system. Now I'm going to have to suggest something, that I know you are not going to like, just hear me out anyway, okay?" Mary asked.

I nodded my head, but that proved to be a big mistake, due to the fact that my tits started bouncing up and down.

"The bad news is that you are stuck with huge tits. The good news doesn't exist. You are not going to be able to walk around with double 'H' boobs, as a man. At best, you will be a she male, which means no hard on for years, humiliation, and ridicule whenever your true sex is found out. The best thing I can suggest is, that you let me finish the job," she looked into my eyes searching for my reaction.

"You ... you ... you mean ... turn me into a girl?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Well you started it," she accused.

"How was I supposed to know giving you big boobs would ricochet and give me bigger boobs?" I asked.

"Actually, if you had read the book and not skipped straight to the spells you would have known, it's clearly explained in every one of them," she was still rubbing my back while she scolded me.

"But I love you! If you turn me into a girl with big breasts, what happens to us, to our marriage?" I'm not sure I wanted to know the answer to this question.

"I love you too, even if you are a dunderhead. I won't leave you even if you are a girl. Our sex lives are going to be a little on the 'alternate life style' side, and I don't quite know how to say this ... Ah, I think those hooters of yours, are really starting to turn me on. Do you mind if I grope you a little?" she begged.

"You want to fondle me? Are you a lesbian Mary?" I thought I knew my wife, I never would have suspected this though.

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