The wrong type of spell

 Ellie would be casting the spell while Max is playing a video game on his Xbox.

"Babe, wanna order some pizza later?" Max called out from the couch, thumbs hammering the controller buttons. Ellie didn't answer immediately—her fingers were trembling as she typed the final incantation into the shadowy forum's text box. The screen flickered oddly in the dim bedroom light.

Max suddenly paused mid-game, his controller clattering onto the coffee table. "The fuck?" he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. His sweatpants tented aggressively, the fabric straining against what felt like steel. Ellie watched, biting her lip, as his bewildered expression morphed into panic—his erection wasn't subsiding. It was hardening further, the outline becoming unnaturally defined through the thin cotton. Max pulled his pants and underwear down.

A strangled gasp escaped him as his cock twitched violently, the skin flushing a deep red before taking on an unnatural plastic sheen. His balls drew up tight, the scrotum stretching taut like molded silicone. Ellie's breath hitched as she saw the transformation ripple upward—veins flattening into painted-on details, the head reshaping into that glossy, rounded tip.

"Ellie, what the fuck is—" Max's voice cracked as his hips bucked involuntarily. The base of his shaft darkened, the flesh there turning smooth and seamless where it met his body. He clawed at himself, fingernails scraping against what was no longer skin but something unyielding. A wet pop echoed through the room as it detached cleanly, landing on the carpet with a rubbery thud.

Ellie's knees nearly gave out when she saw what remained—a slick, pink hollow where his cock had been, the edges still quivering. Max staggered backward, hands hovering over the gap as if afraid to touch. "Did you—you did this!" he wheezed, staring at the dildo now lying between his feet, its absurdly veined surface glistening under the TV's glow. Ellie said that the spell was supposed increase his penis size not to do this. Ellie couldn't stop looking at the penis and balls turned dildo with balls and to her boyfriend's new pussy.

The dildo twitched on the carpet, the balls contracting slightly as if alive. Max whimpered, his thighs clamping together instinctively as a thin string of fluid dripped from his new opening. The scent of musk and something metallic hung thick in the air. Ellie's fingers itched to reach for the detached shaft, to test its weight, but Max's ragged breathing pinned her in place. Ellie would notice that Max is continuing to change as Max is slowly turning into a female.

"You *bitch*," Max hissed, voice cracking higher than before. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard—Ellie watched, horrified and fascinated, as it seemed to shrink under his skin. His shoulders trembled, the muscles there softening, rounding. Ellie gulped as she saw Max's hips widen slightly, his waist nipping in.

A sharp scent filled the room—something floral and alien mixed with the musk of Max's new anatomy. Ellie's nostrils flared as she noticed his stubble fading, his jawline smoothing. The veins in Max's forearms retreated beneath skin that now looked softer, almost dewy. His fingers twitched, the knuckles becoming less pronounced.

Max let out a shuddering moan as his pecs tingled, the muscle softening into supple curves. His shirt draped differently now, fabric pooling slightly where his chest swelled. Ellie's throat went dry watching his nipples push against the cotton—pink and puffy, visibly sensitive as Max clawed at his own chest.

The dildo on the floor gave another twitch, this time rolling toward Ellie's foot with an almost purposeful motion. She recoiled, but not before noticing the base had grown warm, almost body-temperature. Max's scream tore her attention back—his spine arched violently as his ass rounded out, jeans straining at the seams. The denim split with a loud rip, exposing one smooth, hairless cheek.

Ellie's fingers dug into her thighs as Max's hair darkened, lengthening in uneven spurts past his shoulders. Strands stuck to his sweat-slick neck, now slender and delicate. His lips—fuller, glossier—parted around a high-pitched whimper that made Ellie's stomach clench. The controller lay forgotten between his spreading thighs, buttons blinking erratically like a distress signal.

The dildo vibrated against Ellie’s sneaker, a faint hum traveling up her leg. She kicked it away instinctively, but it rolled back persistently, the balls now pulsing in sync with Max’s ragged breaths. His jeans split further, seams unraveling as his hips cantilevered wider, the denim sliding down to reveal a thong that hadn’t been there minutes ago—black lace clinging to his transformed curves.

Max’s hands flew to his throat as another wave of changes wracked his body. His collarbones became pronounced, elegant, his chest heaving under the now-stretched fabric of his shirt. A sharp, citrusy perfume bloomed from his pores, overpowering the room—Ellie’s head swam as she realized it was the scent of arousal, thick and unmistakable. Max’s moan dissolved into a whine, his voice lilting into something undeniably feminine.

The dildo twitched again, this time lifting slightly off the carpet as if magnetized. Ellie’s pulse roared in her ears as it levitated toward Max’s trembling thighs, the balls swinging like a pendulum. Max’s eyes widened, his new lips parting in a silent scream as the toy hovered at his entrance—then, with a wet squelch, it pressed inside on its own. His back arched off the couch, toes curling as his body accepted it seamlessly, the molded veins disappearing into slick, yielding flesh. The dildo was absorbing all the male essence from Max.

Ellie staggered back, knocking over a half-empty energy drink can. The liquid pooled around Max’s discarded controller, its buttons still flashing frantic colors against the sticky floor. Max’s fingers scrabbled at the couch cushions, his nails—now manicured and painted a chipped black—digging into the fabric. His breath came in shallow gasps, hips jerking involuntarily as the dildo began to piston in and out, its rhythm slow and deliberate like it was programming him. Max touch his controller only for it to turn into another sex toy. Max was a female now but the changes aren't slowing down only getting stronger as her new body portions kept growing to the maximum size for a human.

A wet squelch filled the room as Max’s new breasts strained against his shirt, the fabric damp with sweat and another, thicker fluid leaking from his swollen nipples. Ellie’s mouth went dry watching his—*her*—thighs tremble, the lace thong now sheer from arousal. The dildo’s pace quickened, its base pulsing brighter with each thrust, veins glowing faintly as if charged with whatever dark energy Ellie had summoned. Max’s head thrashed, her lengthening hair whipping across her face, strands sticking to her lips where they’d turned a glossy cherry red.

The controller in Max’s grip melted like warm wax, reforming into a bulbous vibrator that hummed to life against her palm. Her fingers—slender, delicate—clutched it instinctively, pressing it against her clit with a sob. Ellie recoiled as Max’s hips jerked, her orgasm hitting with a violence that made the floorboards shudder. The scent of sex and ozone thickened, the dildo now fucking her with a mechanical precision that left her drooling, her tongue lolling between teeth that looked sharper, whiter. Max becoming more slutty in every way as a new personality and identity is taking over. A more slutty and a gyaru style.

Ellie’s legs gave out as she slumped against the bedframe, her jeans damp with sweat—or maybe something else. Max’s moans crescendoed, her voice now a breathy falsetto that didn’t sound human. The thong ripped apart as her ass inflated further, cheeks spreading obscenely with each thrust, skin gleaming like she’d been oiled. The dildo’s balls swelled to the size of oranges, slapping against her with a wet smack that echoed off the walls. The transformation isn’t stopping as Max’s waist shrunk further while her hips widen impossibly wide now surpassing human standards as her breasts are ballooning to unrealistic proportions like a bimbo.

Max’s fingers—long, manicured claws now—dug into her own breasts, nails leaving red trails as they squeezed. Her nipples sprayed arcs of thick, milky fluid, painting the ceiling in sticky strands. The vibrator in her other hand morphed again, elongating into a double-ended monstrosity that plunged into her ass without hesitation. Ellie gagged as Max’s tongue lolled out, dripping saliva onto her own heaving chest, her eyes rolling back to show only whites. The sex toys are causing Max changes to accelerate along with her pleasure.

The dildo’s rhythm became erratic, its base flaring wider as veins pulsed with an eerie bioluminescence. Max’s thighs—now thick enough to crush watermelons—quivered as her clit swelled obscenely, forming a throbbing nub the size of a thumb. Her moans slurred into a continuous, mindless keen, her spine bowing so far Ellie heard vertebrae pop. The room stank of burnt sugar and sex, the air thickening with each wet slap of flesh against silicone. Ellie saw Max’s skin darkening unnaturally, a fake-tan orange hue spreading from her neck down like liquid latex. Her eyelashes fluttered, now comically long and clumped with glittery mascara. Then it stopped. The transformation is finished the sex toys slide out as they are just inanimate objects. But also Max was no more what stood there was a female a female that has the body of bimbo with unatutal and natural body portions and a boost of Gyaru with the sex drive and personality and mannerism and interest and urges and IQ of a Bimbo and Slut and whore and succubus. This new female that was once Max goes by a different name.

The new female—now sprawled on the ruined couch with her legs splayed—inhaled sharply, her newly plumped lips curling into a dazed grin. "Fuuuuck," she drawled, voice dripping with a valley-girl lilt Ellie didn’t recognize. She lazily dragged a hand down her glistening abdomen, fingers stopping to circle her engorged clit. "Like, someone shoulda told me getting *dicked down* felt this good, y’know?" Her hips twitched, still sensitive, as she finally noticed Ellie’s horrified stare. "Oh-em-gee, babe! Why’re you all the way over there?" The words tumbled out in a giggly rush, her manicured fingers beckoning with a wink.

Ellie’s throat clicked dryly as the newly transformed Max—no, *Misty*, her brain supplied suddenly, the name surfacing like a forgotten password—arched her back, her tits jiggling obscenely. The neon pink thong she now wore was sheer enough to reveal the swollen lips beneath, still pulsating from exertion. A droplet of something pearly dripped onto the couch, the scent of cotton candy and sex clogging the air. "C’mere, bestie," Misty purred, licking her glossy lips. "You *gotta* try this toy—it’s, like, *literally* magic!" She held up the discarded dildo, now inert but gleaming unnaturally under the dim light. Ellie would be scared. Misty would be turning Max's former things into sex toys or slutty clothing or other things.

Ellie recoiled as Misty’s phone vibrated on the coffee table, the screen cracking as it warped into a rose-gold vibrator with a *ping*. The wallpaper—a photo of Max and Ellie at a baseball game—melted into a pixelated image of Misty spreading her thighs, tongue out. "Oopsie!" Misty giggled, snatching it up and pressing it against her clit with a moan. "Damn, babe, your *vibes* are *so* fire tonight!" Ellie’s stomach lurched as she realized the room itself was shifting—the Xbox controller sprouting rabbit ears, posters curling at the edges to reveal pin-ups of Misty in lewd poses.

A wet *plop* made Ellie turn just in time to see Max’s favorite hoodie slither off the chair, the fabric twisting into a crotchless bodysuit that smelled like cheap perfume. Misty squealed, wiggling into it with obscene glee.

Ellie’s fingers dug into her own thighs. Misty would give Ellie two options either join her or else.

Misty’s grin widened, her too-white teeth gleaming under the flickering TV light. "Like, don’t be such a *downer*, babe," she cooed, stretching her arms overhead in a way that made her breasts jiggle hypnotically. The air smelled like strawberry lip gloss and sweat now, thick enough to coat Ellie’s tongue.

Ellie flinched as Misty’s discarded sneakers melted into a pair of stilettos, the heels elongating with a wet crack. They slithered toward Ellie’s feet like living things, the straps curling around her ankles like possessive fingers. "Whoopsie-daisy!" Misty giggled, popping her gum. "Looks like someone’s *already* joining the party!" Ellie would panic and toss the shoes away and this made Misty mad. Misty would say that she wanted a slutty beatie but she can that somewhere else. She would kiss Ellie. Ellie would be confused but then felt something wrong as she would very slowly transform into a small young female beagle puppy both physically and mentally.

Ellie tried to scream as her voice dissolved into a high-pitched whine, her fingers curling inward as they shrank into stubby paws. The room tilted dizzyingly as her perspective dropped—jeans pooling around her suddenly haunches, the fabric collapsing into a ruffled pink dog bed with lace trim. Misty’s laughter tinkled above her, the sound distorted as Ellie’s ears elongated, flopping over her muzzle. "Awwww!" Misty squealed, clapping her hands. "Now *that’s* what I call a *bitch*!" Ellie whined again, her tail—short, fluffy, and inexplicably docked—wagging *against her will* as Misty scratched behind her new floppy ears.

The scent of kibble and lavender shampoo flooded Ellie’s canine senses, her thoughts simplifying into a haze of instinct and need. She panted, tongue lolling, as Misty dangled a heart-shaped chew toy above her. "Sit, Fifi!" Misty commanded, her voice dripping with saccharine authority. Ellie’s hindquarters hit the floor immediately, her body obeying before her mind could protest. The chew toy smelled like artificial bacon and something darker—magic, maybe—its surface pulsing faintly with the same glow as the dildo had. Ellie’s drool dripped onto the carpet in thick strands. Ellie was now Misty young not yet housebroken puppy Misty would turn all of Ellie things into things a dog/puppy would need. Misty would give the pup a new name. Ellie's clothes turned into dog things like a leash and collar and cute little outfits. Ellie's phone turned into a squeaky toy. Ellie's laptop and charger turned into a dog bowl and water dish. Ellie's posters and pictures turned into sexy pictures of Misty. Ellie bed sheets turned into a tiny dog blanket.

Misty giggled, fastening a rhinestone collar around Ellie’s neck, the tag reading *Princess Fifi* in looping script. "Mommy’s *such* a good girl, yes she is!" she cooed, scratching under Ellie’s chin with manicured nails. Ellie’s tail wagged furiously, her confusion smothered under a wave of dopey affection. The room’s transformation accelerated—Ellie’s textbooks warped into chew bones, her favorite hoodie twisting into a tiny dog sweater with *SLUT PUPPY* embroidered across the back. Misty snapped a leash onto the collar, the leather strands squirming like they were alive. "Let’s go show you off, babygirl!" Misty trilled, tugging Ellie toward the door. Ellie would try to resist but her puppy instincts are taking over as she excitedly follows. Ellie would bark and lick her owner's feet. Ellie would forget everything about her past self. They would go for a walk while the house would transform going from a home where two people lived in to a home where one extremely slutty female and her pet lives in.

Ellie’s paws skittered on the hardwood as Misty slid into thigh-high boots, the leather creaking obscenely with each step. The front door had morphed into a pink faux-fur archway, the peephole now a heart-shaped window with Misty’s silhouette winking behind the glass. Ellie yipped, her bladder suddenly urgent as she lifted a leg against the doorframe—only for Misty to gasp and yank the leash. "Bad girl!" Misty scolded, tapping Ellie’s nose with a neon-painted fingernail. "You *don’t* pee inside, *got it*?" Ellie whined, cowering at the sharp scent of Misty’s arousal mixed with irritation. The leash tightened, forcing Ellie into a submissive roll onto her back, paws twitching in the air. Ellie would pee because she is not yet housebroken. Misty would scold the pup but also think it's cute. Ellie would lick her owner's boots clean while Misty coos at her pet.

They would just look like a normal female walking her pet. But Misty is now a sorta witch The more sexual energy she gets the more power she gets. She would also need a new job and a new bestie. She would have the idea to convert her former self best friend and then they can start a sex worker thing together.

The leash jingled as Misty strutted down the sidewalk, Ellie trotting beside her with clumsy puppy enthusiasm. Misty’s hips swayed exaggeratedly, her boot heels clicking against the pavement while her obscenely large chest bounced with each step. Passersby stared—some with slack jaws, others with disgust—but Misty only giggled, blowing kisses at a group of construction workers who dropped their tools to gawk. "See, Fifi?" she cooed, twirling the leash. "Mommy’s *sooo* popular!" Ellie yapped in agreement, her tongue lolling as she sniffed at the air, catching the scent of hot dogs and Misty’s overpowering perfume.

A neon sign flickered above a nearby boutique, the letters warping into *Misty’s Toybox* as they passed. The mannequins in the window shuddered, their limbs elongating into exaggerated, plasticized curves, their faces smoothing into vacant, pouty expressions. Misty paused, tapping her chin with a nail. "Hmm, maybe *this* is where Mommy should work!" she mused, her voice dripping with faux-innocence. Ellie, distracted by a discarded cheeseburger wrapper, barely noticed as her own collar tightened slightly, the rhinestones glowing with a faint, pink pulse.

Misty powers mainly work at home but she would use them to change a old abandoned store into "Misty's Toy box" a place were she sells special sex toys and sex workers. The sex workers were former homeless people she reformed into slutty females. Misty would go inside and use her powers to change everything inside and outside the store. Ellie would bark happily as Misty would change all the clothes on display to slutty ones. Misty would then go to the backroom and change a homeless woman into a slutty female.

Ellie would sniff around the store and bark at the new female. Misty would laugh and pet the pup. "Aww, Fifi, you're such a good girl!" Misty would coo, scratching behind Ellie's ears. The new female would stare at Misty with wide eyes, her body now transformed into a slutty bimbo. Misty would smile and say, "Welcome to the team, babe!" The female would giggle and nod, her new personality taking over. Misty would go drop off fifi at Doggy daycare. Misty would go back to her store and open for the day. Misty would have a busy day with customers. Misty would close up shop and go pick up Fifi. Misty would go home and relax with her pet. Misty would have a idea to expand her business. Misty would have the idea to turn her store into a chain. Misty would have the idea to turn more homeless people into slutty females. Misty would have the idea to turn more people into pets. Misty would have the idea to turn more people into sex toys. Misty would have the idea to turn more people into furniture. Misty would have the idea to turn more people into food. Misty would have the idea to turn more people into clothes. Misty would have the idea to turn more people into anything she wants. Misty would have the idea to turn the whole world into her own personal toybox. Misty would laugh at the th