Magic Shoppe - Knobs

This was a completed story about a week ago. Now, it might be part one of two. While creating the images embedded in the story below, more ideas expressed themselves. When will part two exist? No idea. Not surprising. When I started this story last August, I also didn't know it would end up having the TG tag. Not knowing if there will be more is par for this story.

“Welcome to the Magic Shoppe,” the tall, thin man behind the counter announced. “What can I do for you today?”

The beautiful, young woman who entered was still looking around the shoppe as she said, “Hi, my friend sent me here because she said she had a similar problem that you solved for her.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“She and I seem to have equally annoying neighbors with no appreciation of the volume of our exuberant reactions during a sexual encounter.”

“You and your friend are screamers.”

“Yes. It wasn’t a problem for me until I moved in with my boyfriend recently. We used to only have sex at my place. But, we decided we’d had enough of our separate roommates and moved in together a few weeks ago. The neighbors are constantly complaining to the super.”

“I see. I might even remember your friend. Lacy?” As he said this, he rummaged through the bottom of the counter between them.

“That’s her. She said you had a small tube that did something to help but she wouldn’t give me the full details.”

“Yes. Zip It. It lets you put a zipper where a zipper isn’t, such as your mouth.” He seemed a bit frustrated. “I don’t seem to have any more Zip It. Works well because it muffles you and is faster than a gag would be. I’ll be right back.”

He went into the back room for a few moments before returning. The loud thumps of something falling from a high place and slamming into a wall could be heard. He returned only slightly disheveled. “Yes, I’m out of Zip It. I’ll have to make some more.”

“When will that be available?”

“Not for a few months because of the ingredients and other items ahead of it in the queue.”

“You can’t help me?”

“No, I have something else, perhaps a little less convenient.” He placed a worn, beaten up, unlabeled, cardboard box on the counter. He opened the lid. Inside there was a jumble of eight to ten plastic knobs with the numbers zero through ten arranged around the knobs’ circumference.

“You nick them from a bunch of guitars?”

“They are in fact volume and tone knobs taken from guitars.” He seemed to pick one up at random and present it to her in his palm. “This one is a true volume knob. You put the pin end of the knob into your belly button. Then turning the knob will regulate your volume.”

“How?”

“Counterclockwise is lower volume, clockwise is higher volume. It’s a volume knob.”

“No, I meant how does it work.”

“Didn’t you read the sign outside? This is a Magic Shoppe.”

“Real magic?”

He dropped the knob into the box and shut the lid. “Yes. Do you want to buy it or not?”

“Are all of those knobs volume knobs?”

“No, they do various things.”

“Like what?”

He shrugged. “Try them. They shouldn’t do you any harm.”

She opened the lid. “Which one was the volume knob? They’re all the same?”

“They aren’t.” He picked one up without hesitation and showed it to her. “This one. Here, I’ll mark it.” He produced a red marker from nowhere and put a V on the face of the knob. “Good?” He dropped it in the box when she nodded.

“Twenty-five dollars. You’re saving money. Lacey paid fifty for the Zip It.”

* * *

That evening, Anya and Hank were eating at the kitchen table together for once.

“Those fucking idiots were parked right at the edge of our spot again.”

“The neighbors?” She said.

“Yeah. They just hate us, I think.”

“I might have a solution to our noise issue.”

“Frankly, I’m so pissed I hope that solution involves being louder tonight.”

“Maybe. But, I’d prefer we didn’t keep antagonizing them.”

“They escalated.”

“That doesn’t mean we should.”

He stuffed food into his mouth so he didn’t overreact. He didn’t want her to think he was mad at her. “What’s this solution?”

“Lacy told me about this Magic Shoppe and I went there this afternoon.”

“Magic?”

“She swears the thing she bought there works. I told you about the pussy zipper.”

He laughed. “You mean when she got it up the butt from that guy. What was his name? She stopped dating him shortly thereafter.”

“Conner. Yeah. He wanted her to only do anal after that first time. She didn’t mind the first few times but be reasonable.”

“Unlike out neighbor.”

“Now, now.” She got up and returned with the box.

“That’s interesting packaging.”

“The guy gave me a box of these knobs.” She slid them around until she found the one with the V mark on it. “We only need this one though. He said it will adjust someone’s volume.”

“How?”

“Magic.”

“No, I mean, how do you use it?”

“Oh,” she said. She laughed and he wasn’t sure why. “You put the pin on the back of the knob in your, or in this case my, belly button. Turning it will adjust how loud I am.”

“Put it in now.”

“Okay.” She lifted her top up. “I hope this doesn’t hurt.”

“You didn’t ask?”

“Didn’t think about it at the time. But right now, I’m holding a pin in my hand and about to push it into my flesh. Wondering if it will be painful is now important to me.” It slid into her navel easily and painlessly. “I’m good. No pain.” She turned it clockwise. “HOW DO I SOUND?”

“Fuck,” he said holding his ears. “Look at the bowl over there. It vibrated enough to slide a few inches from where it was.”

She turned the knob the other way. “How about now?”

“Normal, I guess.”

“Now,” her voice was but a whisper.

“That’s quiet. Does it just affect your voice?”

“What do you mean?”

“What?”

“What do you mean?” She shouted but it was still softer than her normal speaking voice.

“Clap your hands.”

She did. They barely made a sound.

“Oh,” she said. “It’s not just my voice.”

“It’s not just your voice,” he said. He hadn’t seen her speaking because he was looking in the box. “Do all of these affect someone’s volume?”

“No, he said they did other things.”

“Turn the knob up.”

“Sorry,” she said. “No, the guy at the shoppe said they do other things but when I asked what he just shrugged and said they weren’t dangerous.”

“Cool. Turn that back down and let’s go have some fun.”

When they started she had set herself to about a third her normal volume and it was a good setting for a while. But in the throes of passion, their bodies rubbing against one another caused the knob to twist. The sound of his thighs striking her thighs resounded like a clap of thunder as did her gasp. He immediately grabbed the knob and twisted it twice around to the left and pulled it out of her belly.

Her mouth moved in protest and in complete silence. He playfully smacked her ass and not a sound issued from her jiggling flesh. He silenced her mouth, or stilled it, by putting his on it and kissing her passionately. She soon didn’t care that she was entirely silent and their love making continued.

“Turn over,” he said. She said something he couldn’t hear before she got on all fours. He took her from behind. “This way if you’re saying something I don’t get distracted trying to read your lips.”

If she reacted, he didn’t know.

As his ardor rose, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked as he fucked her fast and hard.

She didn’t mind it rough but this was on another level since she had no way to tell him to keep going or to stop. She came as she realized this and he came not long after. They lay in a heap for a little while before she silently tapped his shoulder.

“What?”

She pointed at her stomach.

“Turn it up.”

She pointed at him. Made a yanking motion and pointed at her stomach again.

“Oh, right, I took it out.” He opened his hands. “I don’t have it. I must have dropped it.”

She silently struck his chest.

“You look for it. I’m tired.”

She yanked up the blanket, moved the pillows, pushed him onto the floor.

He was laughing. “Stop, stop. I put it in the box just after your first orgasm.”

She stomped her foot. No sound. And pouted. She picked up the box and went through it. She shifted them around. She did it some more. And some more, a bit more frantically. She held the box out to him.

“What now? It’s in there.”

She shook the box at him.

He grabbed it from her and looked through the knobs. “It’s not here? It has to be. I put it in the box.” He examined each knob thoroughly. “Ut oh. These three knobs have red marker smeared on them. The marker on the volume knob must have rubbed off from our sweat.”

She was fuming in silence. She held out her hand emphatically.

“You want the box?”

She pointed at the three knobs in his hand.

“You want these? Okay.”

He held them out but she only took one of them. She put it into her navel and turned it hard clockwise.

Before he could react, she pushed him onto his back. The box of knobs went flying. She grabbed his cock and sucked it like her life depended on it.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t look up. Her entire focus was on his cock.

He wasn’t sure if he should stop her or let her continue since he doubted this was what she had in mind after all the sex they’d just had. Pleasure overruled his desire to fix her volume problem in that moment.

When he came she guzzled down his load. With a final swallow, her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment before she resumed: massaging his balls with one hand and stroking his penis with the other.

“You want more?”

She nodded without looking up from her focus on his balls.

“Okay. This was fun but perhaps you’re a bit too focused on milking me.” He managed to get his hands on her stomach and turn the knob to the left far enough that she let go of his balls. She was still staring unnervingly at his cock so he turned the knob a little more until she looked him in the eye.

“Better.”

She mouthed, “Yes,” before she remembered she was silent and nodded instead.

“We’ll discuss that knob later. Try this one.”

She mouthed, “Okay,” and nodded. She took the knob from him and put it in. This time she only turned the knob a little to the right. She was moving her mouth but nothing seem to happen. She turned it a little more and a little more.

He wasn’t sure what she was doing. She seemed to be sitting there with her hand on the knob but not moving. “Anya?”

She remained unmoving.

He touched her shoulder and it felt hard, stiff. Her squeezed her bicep but it was rock hard. Had the knob solidified her? He tried move her hand away from the knob but her limbs were locked in place. He poked at the knob through her fingers and her hand pulled away slowly. He spun the knob hard counterclockwise and she collapsed on the bed. Her eyes were unfocused and pointing in different directions. Her mouth hung open and drool began to puddle. He turned the knob back the other way until she had control of herself again.

“Better?” he said. “I guess that knob tightens or loosens in some manner.”

She nodded.

He pulled the knob out and handed her the third knob.

She put it in and turned it. A soft whisper issued from her mouth and she quickly turned it up and then back down until she sounded basically how she normally sounded.

“That tighten, loosen knob was cool. I wonder how solid I was.”

“And the first knob.”

“I might need to put that one back in as I don’t think you reduced it far enough.”

“What did it do from your perspective?”

“Oh, I wanted cum. I wanted to wear it. I wanted to drink it. I wanted nothing else and could think about nothing else.”

“Really? Why would someone make such a knob?”

She just stared at him.

“I mean why make it a dial? Let’s say you at the baseline of zero is will swallow cum if necessary with no real desire to seek it out. Why would you set it to five percent more likely to seek it out? Or twenty percent? Why more do you need than a yes or no will or will not seek it out and will do anything to find it?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a guy. And I think I’m still around thirty percent over normal based on that.”

“You want cum?”

“A bit. Not an overwhelming directive like it was before. But if you really asked, I’d have a hard time saying no.”

“Maybe later.”

“Great. I mean. No, that’s what I meant even if I know it was caused by the knob. Don’t abuse my trust.”

“I wouldn’t.”

She just stared at him.

“I might indulge my curiosity once or twice before I can make that promise for certain.”

“That sounds more like you,” she said with a yawn. “I’m really tired. Let’s sleep.”

“Let me do something.” He went to the computer printer a took a page out and placed it flat on the desk. With a pen, he drew a large three by three grid. She was watching over his shoulder as he wrote ‘Volume’, ‘Stiff/Loose’, and ‘Cum’ in three of the boxes and placed the knobs they knew the functions to in the appropriate cells. He took the remaining knobs and placed them in the unlabeled cells. “As long as we don’t disturb the paper this will help us keep track of which knob is which.”

“Good plan. Now, bed.”

They got into bed.

“Want to stiffen or loosen up before bed?” He said.

“Tempting. But, we can play with the knobs another night.” She kissed him and when they separated she said. “Tomorrow night, you can be the test subject.”

“Good thing it wasn’t me who tried the cum knob.”

“I don’t know. If you hadn’t been here, I might have gone out to find a cock to suck. Could have been funny if you’d had to do that?”

“I’d probably have jerked it into a cup.”

“No, I had no desire to give you a handy. It had to be direct from the source.” After a moment, she cursed.

“What?”

“My mouth is watering.”

“Go to sleep. The bar is closed for the evening.”

“Thanks. Good night.”

* * *

When he woke up, she was gently sucking on his cock. “I hope you don’t mind that I opened the bar early today,” she said. He gave her a look and she laughed. “Like you would mind. Damn, that knob is still doing a number on me.”

“Let the record show I had nothing to do with your current position.”

She just nodded as her mouth was otherwise occupied. When he filled her mouth, she orgasmed. Her hand was about to reach for his balls to massage them for another go around. She stayed her hand and sat up.

“We could put that one back in and reduce this desire,” he said.

“I appreciate your concern for my throat. It’s fine as it is. Either that or it’s brainwashed me into thinking you taste really good. I just orgasmed hard as you came, so there are several upsides for me.”

“Okay. Breakfast?”

“Odd. I was famished before you woke up. I couldn’t eat a thing now.”

“Do you consider that just another side effect?”

“For now.”

He sat up in bed. “Are we experimenting or are we going to get up and be productive members of society?”

“We should go to work. The knobs will be here later.”

The knobs were there later. After dinner and a little television, they did some experiments with them. Hank picked up one and without saying anything, pushed it into his belly button.

“I thought I’d have to cajole you harder to do it.”

“Cajole?”

“You know what it means.”

He turned the knob counterclockwise as he believed that was usually safer. “Nothing,” he said with a sexy, deep voice.

“I like that. Turn it the other way.”

He spoke as he did. His voice rose from the deep bedroom voice to various higher pitches. “Okay, deep. Kind of normal. High, almost like a woman. Too high, like a cartoon voice. Squeaky.” After that she couldn’t hear him but several dogs in the neighborhood started to howl. He turned the knob back until it was just a bit to the windershins side. “How’s that?”

“I like the extra deepness. But, I suspect we won’t need that knob again.”

“Probably not.” He labeled the sheet and placed the knob on it.

“Oh, I just remembered,” she said. She dashed out of the room and returned with a long thin piece of Styrofoam. “We can poke the pins into the foam so they can’t roll around.”

“Great idea.”

After the new storage arrangement was setup, she said, “I suppose it’s my turn.”

“I’ll go again if you like.”

“No, I’m a big girl.” She paused with her hand hovering over the remaining knobs like she was trying to decide which nondescript piece of chocolate would or wouldn’t be a flavor she liked. She set the knob in place and turned it slowly clockwise.

“Anything?” he said.

“I don’t know. I don’t feel any different.”

“You’re talking faster.”

“I am? You do sound a little slow.”

“Speed control? I guess that fits with volume and pitch control.”

“Oh, I didn’t notice it before. Though where does cum desire fit in.”

“Lonely wizards.”

She dialed it back a little. “I can tell now that I’m slower.” She nudged the knob forward before removing it. “Not sure how useful that is. When you need speed you can’t say, ‘Wait, I need to get my knob.’ Your turn.”

“Okay.” He chose a knob and put it in, turning it a little. “I don’t feel different.”

A curious look crossed her face. “Turn it some more.”

“Okay. Did my voice rise? Did I grab the wrong knob?”

“Turn it a lot more.”

“Why?”

She reached forward and though he tried to block her hand, she was too fast. She spun the knob quickly.

He felt a little smaller, a little lighter, and he could tell his body was changing. His eyes were drawn toward her hand and he saw breasts swell up on his chest. “A femininity and presumably masculinity knob?”

“How girly can you get?”

“Have fun.”

She ended up spinning the knob several full revolutions before she stopped. “You’re very pretty,” she said.

He got off the bed and looked at himself, no herself, in the mirror. She was a little shorter than before, much curvier, and after removing the oversized underwear he had been wearing, she seemed fully female.

While the new woman was distracted, Anya still held the knob. She put it in her abdomen and turned it several full turns the other direction.

The former man said, “Well, this is amusing. We should…” She turned to see Anya was now a taller, stronger, perhaps burlier man and naked.

“Yes, dear, we should.” He took hold of Hank and pulled her into his arms. His lips were strong but soft against hers and a protest died on her lips and she was engulfed by the new man’s strength and musk.

What little clothing remained was discarded as they both fondled and caressed the other. Anya took Hank without hesitation. Hank for her part never wanted it to end and loudly demanded more and more.

Later, they lay in a heap breathing heavily. The pounding on the wall that had started a while ago finally registered in their ears. Anya laughed, “I think you were louder than I’ve ever been.”

“Probably. Totally worth it.”

“Want me to get the gender knob? Or perhaps the silence knob and we go another round?”

“In the morning, I just want you to spoon against my back. I never get to be the little spoon.”

Anya smiled, “Okay, Little Spoon.”