The Discovery of Magic

 

The discovery of magic caused a major shift in society, as you might expect. The fact that anyone could suddenly reach into the fundamentals of reality and mould them like clay turned society on its head. It was very exciting for a while. Everyone was experimenting, and before long, companies popped up that were eager to capitalise on the use of more complex spells. One such company was Beauty Queen. They did what was previously done by the plastic surgery industry, only with magic and without the healing times, invasive surgeries or the time investment.

Beauty Queen was doing well with all of their various programs that they had. The most impactful one, turning out to be the Best Breast program, where women would go in and describe what kind of breasts they wanted and a mage would adjust their tits to their liking. It was going well until the demand started to outpace the supply as more people started to trust magic. So, something went wrong. Maybe a mage had been overworked, or maybe they rushed a mage through their training on how to perform the spell. Nobody who would say knows. What I do know is that a woman got absurdly massive, lactating tits, a sex drive beyond human comprehension and a mind unable to comprehend anything other than sex. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the fact that they somehow made it contagious.

Now, roughly a week later, I think I may well be the last uninfected person left in the world. These sluts are obsessed with infecting anyone and everyone that they can and turning the world’s population into more of them. So, I keep hidden away in my house, until I walk into my bedroom and see her…

Compared to the others, her tits were nothing special. Nothing was special about her compared to the others, she was just another one of the sluts. But she, just like all of the others wore that blissful smile as she saw me walk into the room. I froze as soon as she noticed me, but she simply giggled with glee and started speaking.

“Like, oh my gawd! You’re like, totes not a bimbo slut! You should, like, drink my milk! I bet you’ll be like, such a sexy bimbo slut!”

She spoke and squeezed her tits, a stream of milk making its way towards me and into my agape mouth.

I tried to fight it, but the magic didn’t even seem to notice, let alone care. It was a force of nature, a rewriting of current reality. My will was insignificant to it. I tried to hold on as my cock withered away and become a clit, as my balls disappeared inside of me leaving behind a wet pussy, as my chest swelled into massive tits. I could feel it was no sue, but I didn’t want to go out without a fight...but then, I realised something.

This felt great. It felt amazing to like, transform. Also, all of this, like, thinking stuff was like, totes boring and like, so hard. Not like sex. Having sex was like, so fun and...errrm...fun!

I giggled as I saw myself in the mirror. I was like, totes hawt and stuff! I took off my, like, jeans and stuff and stood there, like, all naked and stuff in front of the bimbo slut who like, let me taste her milk. She was like, all hawt and stuff too! No more thinking, we giggled and then we, like, fucked. We played with our pussies, with each other’s pussies, I felt like, so good when she sucked on my massive titties and I loved sucking on her boobies and drinking her milk too!

Neither of us, like did any of that yucky, boring thinking thing again! We just fucked forever and ever!