Wandplay

They found the wand at a garage sale and bought it for $4.99. It was sitting in an old trunk from who-knows-where, and the person selling it knew nothing about it. Tracy thought it might be a fun addition to her cosplay. Her boyfriend, Dan, was happy to buy it for her along with some vintage clothes.

It was only after Tracey pieced together a movie witch costume that they discovered the wand was real. Dan was being sort of a dick about something, so Tracey thought it might be fun to curse him with her own original spell, “dickus dissapearus!”

They were both surprised when Dan’s dick actually disappeared. Dan was a little more than surprised.

Fortunately, Tracey was able to restore his genitals. She even managed to enhance their size. As much fun as they had with that change, they had to make a choice between returning him to normal or buying him new clothes. They went with the cheaper option, to Dan’s disappointment.

After that Tracey discovered a number of fun ways she could use the wand to transform Dan’s body, altering the size of any part of him at will, reducing his age, swapping his gender, and morphing his species. Tracey was very creative, and she had the perfect toy to express that creativity now.

Dan managed to make some limited use of the wand, most often just in an attempt to return his body back to its normal shape. Sometimes, he was even successful with it.

For the most part, they both considered the wand to be primarily Tracey’s plaything.

So, when Dan woke up alone in bed one day to discover he had breasts and a pussy, he was not particularly shocked, just faintly annoyed at Tracey.

“Tracey?” he called out to her, hearing a distinctly feminine voice come from his own mouth.

“Yes, honey?” she replied from the bathroom. He heard water running and guessed that she had just started brushing her teeth.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why what?” she replied. He could hear her smirking.

Dan sighed and got out of bed. His boxers and t-shirt combo that he wore while sleeping was stretched to its limit by his thick hips and massive breasts. At the same time, he estimated that he was about a foot shorter than he had been when he went to sleep last night.

He walked towards the light of the bathroom and squinted as he walked over to Tracey at the sink. She was a couple of inches taller than him now, but he had gotten over worrying about becoming smaller than her long ago.

Tracey finished brushing and spit out the toothpaste. “So?” she said. “You like it?”

Dan noticed the wand on the counter right next to the sink. “Why would I like it?” he asked.

Tracey pointed at the mirror, encouraging him to look in it as she started gargling mouthwash.

Dan stood beside her at the sink and got a good look at his new face. He recognized who he was immediately. The unnaturally deep red, wavy hair was a dead giveaway. “How?” he asked Tracey.

She spit out the mouthwash and said, “I was working on fixing the computer, and I stumbled on your hidden folder.”

Dan sighed.

“I never realized how much you liked the thicc girls,” Tracy said, smiling in amusement. He could hear the two C’s in how she pronounced the word. “I had many options to choose from, but this woman seemed to be a particular favorite of yours. She even had her own folder, and there must have been a hundred files in it.”

“Am I being punished for my porn?” he asked, knowing full well that Tracey had her own collection of “romance novels.”

“Not a punishment,” Tracey said, turning to him. “I just knew that you had the day off, and I wanted to give you something interesting to play with.”

“I had things I was planning on doing today.”

“Like what?” she asked. “Binging TV shows out of boredom?”

He wanted to deny it, but he knew she was right.

“At the very least, this won’t be boring for you, and you can still binge TV shows while you play with yourself. Win-win.”

Dan sighed. “Is there any way I can convince you to turn me back now?”

Tracey cupped his round cheeks in her hands and kissed his thick lips with her own. “I’m looking forward to playing along with you later,” she said. “But, I need to get to work right now. You can spend the day learning how to use that body while I work my shift.” She gave his breast a playful pinch.

Dan glanced at the wand on the sink and lunged for it. Tracey was quicker than him, though. She grabbed it and lifted it high over her head. “Uh uh,” she said, shaking her head, as she held it out of his reach. “Are you going to make me hide it again?”

They had made a rule not to separate the wand from a person transformed by it. That did not mean the wand could not be hidden or kept inaccessible to that person.

“Go ahead,” Dan taunted her. “I know all your hiding spots now.”

Tracey pointed the wand at him, and he felt his perspective fall lower. He looked down past the hills on his chest to see his feet on the floor getting closer to him as he became shorter. When he looked back at Tracey, he found that her chest was now eye-level to him.

“That ought to do it,” Tracey said. Then, she turned and took off running down the hallway.

“Wait!” Dan said. He tried to chase after her, but his new legs were too short and stocky to keep up. Tracy had already run down the whole staircase by the time he made it to the top. He followed after her, taking each seemingly taller step slowly, clinging to the railing all the way down.

When Dan made it to the bottom, he found Tracey standing there waiting for him, a big smile on her face.

Again, he sighed. “Where is it?”

Tracey shrugged and said, “Somewhere around here.”

Dan scanned the living room, looking for any signs of a disturbance, but spotted nothing. Clearly, he would need to conduct a proper search to find it.

“Be right back,” Tracey said, running past him back up the stairs. True to her word, she was back down again a short while later, dressed in her work uniform. “I’m heading out. Don’t spend all day searching. Make sure to have some fun with yourself first.”

Dan stood there pouting. At four feet tall, he was the height of a child, and he felt an inclination to behave like one, even if his absurd curves were anything but childish.

Tracey kissed him on top of his red-hair covered head. Then, she said, “Love you, bye,” and left.

***

Of course Dan masturbated. How could he not?

Tracey had made him female more times than he could count, so he was well acquainted with pleasuring a female body by now. It was not an experience he ever specifically requested, but he managed to enjoy it nonetheless.

Sitting on his computer chair with his stubby calves and feet dangling above the floor, Dan’s thick little fingers explored his sensitive nipples and clit as he gazed at pictures of this same body on his computer screen. Her name was Scarlet, and Tracey had been right. Scarlet was his favorite.

Dan was aware that all he needed was a mirror to gaze at (a somewhat shorter version of) Scarlet now, but he took a perverse thrill in ogling images of her through her own blue eyes. Not only could he look at her pussy in 4K resolution, but he could also feel what it was like to plunge her fingers into it at the same time. Unsurprisingly, it felt amazing.

The only thing missing from the equation was his own dick. Tracey liked to say that it was a small loss.

Then, he came. It did not take long.  He gasped and writhed and moaned and finally shuddered as the orgasm subsided.

After taking a little while to enjoy the afterglow, Dan opened a new image and started again.

While being a woman was not his favorite experience, he did appreciate being able to experience multiple orgasms.

***

After exhausting himself, Dan retired to the bathroom for a shower. He was in no rush and took good care to make sure his breasts were properly clean. When his tired fingers had become pruny, he shut off the water and toweled off. The long red hair was taking forever to dry, so he swapped over to Tracey’s hair dryer to finish it off.

Then, Dan had to make a choice, to get dressed or to go nude. All the curtains were shut downstairs, so he had no worries about being seen. Still, he felt a little cover might be more comfortable, especially if he was going searching for the wand. He settled on a fresh pair of boxers and another T-shirt.

Again, Dan carefully descended the stairs. He had gotten more accustomed to being this short, but it was still tricky to balance while moving. Once he was at the bottom, he did a quick walk around the ground floor of the house, looking for anything that might be out of place. After spotting nothing unusual, he started checking all of Tracey’s favorite hiding places, but the wand was nowhere to be found.

Realizing that Tracey had only made him short after he had told her he knew where she liked to hide things, he decided he needed a ladder. He fetched a small folding ladder from the garage and began setting it up around the house, checking on high shelves and cabinets. It was slow and exhausting work. As attractive as this body was, it was not built for this kind of manual labor.

Despite all of his climbing and searching, Dan found nothing after an hour. He decided to focus his attention on the kitchen, figuring that Tracey might have used one of the kitchen chairs to put the wand in a cabinet. He opened every cabinet and checked behind all the dishes and glasses and cookware and did not find it.

Feeling frustrated and tired, Dan was about to give up when he realized that there was a gap on top of the kitchen cabinets between them and the ceiling. Using the ladder, he climbed up on the kitchen counter, stood up on it, and started feeling along the top of the cabinets, getting his arm dusty in the process.

Then, his fingers brushed past something. He grabbed it and lifted it to hold it before his face. “Yes!” he cried, triumphant at having found the wand. “I did it!”

After a bit of cleaning up, Dan stood in the living room, holding the wand trying to concentrate on transforming himself back to normal. He pictured himself growing, returning to his regular size. After a few fruitless tries, he calmed his breath and shut his eyes. With his full focus placed on growing, he cast the spell.

Dan felt a swelling sensation in his body, as if there was some mystical pressure building within him, and he began to grow. He did not dare open his eyes while the magic worked, but he started to suspect that something was going wrong when his clothes became uncomfortably tight. He was sure he had made a mistake when his boxers and T-shirt could take no more and tore off of him.

Dan opened his eyes and looked around. The room appeared to be shrinking smaller around him, but he knew that the house was not what was changing. He was growing larger, as he had wanted, but that was all that was happening. His body still appeared to be a short version of Scarlet’s body, still female, still extra-curvy. His red hair brushed the ceiling, and he crouched down, trying to focus now on making himself male and human-sized again. Despite his desperate wishing to be normal, he kept on growing into a giant little woman. After upending an end table, knocking over a lamp, and nearly crushing a potted plant, he gave up and dropped the wand in frustration.

Dan had hoped that it would just fall onto the carpet where he could pick it up again to give it another try, but it bounced off his thigh and rolled under a bookcase full of keepsakes and other fragile items.

Dan tried to fit his fingers beneath the bookcase. Not even his pinky was small enough to fit under there now, what with him being at least five times larger than normal now. He could easily move the bookcase aside but not without breaking something on it as he did.

Dan sighed. It seemed that he was stuck for now. He took a seat on his well-padded behind and found that his head was nearly touching the ceiling even sitting down. It was a strange contrast from how small he had felt just minutes ago. He reached over into the kitchen and picked up the ladder with one hand, holding it like a child’s toy. The sense that he was trapped in a dollhouse was hard to deny.

At the same time, Dan still felt short. His limbs were still proportionally shorter than normal, even if they were gigantic now. He made some mental measurements, comparing sizes of things. His short lady feet were each at least the size his torso had been before. His stubby fingers, the same thickness that his limbs had been. And, his bountiful breasts… bigger than bean bag chairs now.

“Well,” he said, cupping those titanic tits in his hands, “I guess I’ll need to find some way to pass the time until Tracey comes home.” He was confident he would manage somehow.

***

That evening, Tracey walked through the front door, calling for Dan. “Honey?” she called for him. “I’m home. Did you have fun?”

The giant nude woman, sitting in the living room, watching TV, looking bored, was a surprise at first, until Tracey realized what had happened. Then, she started chuckling.

Dan sighed and said, “It’s not that funny.”

Tracey was laughing uncontrollably. She needed to lean against the walk to keep upright.

Dan tried to cross his arms in displeasure at being mocked, but his enormous boobs got in the way, causing Tracey to laugh even harder.

“Well,” he said. “I’m glad that you’re enjoying this, at least.”

After a minute of hysterical laughter, Tracey calmed down enough to say, “Where’s the wand?”

“Under the bookcase,” he said, pointing.

“I see,” Tracey said, walking up to him and standing between his spread legs. “So, you can’t reach it now. Can you?”

Dan shook his head.

Tracey smiled and ran her hand over his gigantic nipple, stimulating it nicely.

Dan watched in fascination, seeing his girlfriend had become the relative size of a dress-up doll.

“I could turn you back,” Tracey said. “Or…”

Dan wrapped his hand gently around her midsection, resting his massive thumb on her breast and giving it a light rub in return for her own fondling.

“‘Or…?’” he said.

Tracey started unbuttoning her top, apparently just as eager as he was to try out this new experience. “Playtime,” she said.