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Changing Channels.

So this was going to be a Black Library Cap. but I've since kind of decided I would put it up here and see how well it's received.  The title is a nod to the classic series of Fictionmania stories "Changing Channels" by Zouscha, but that is where the connection ends sadly. Anyhow. Hope you like it.




“That..turn me back..oh fuck- why does it feel so good?” Will moaned as he felt his tits bounce with
every thrusts forward.

“It’s cause you’re a natural slut now” his brother Fred grunted between each word, keeping hold
of her shoulders as his hips met her ass with every thrusts slapping noises echoing through the
house as they fucked.

It hadn’t been how Will had expected to spend his day today, being fucked by his own brother,
But then the expected tends to go right off a cliff when magic is involved.

Days earlier Fred had bought a ‘channelling rod’ said to be able to pull energy from another
person, and put it into another. Fred, desperate and at the end of his rope with worst case of
blue balls he’d ever experienced dropped the money on the rod willing to try a ridiculous idea
he’d had in his mind.

Once a day, for two weeks he used his hiding spot in the high school women's locker room
during cheer practice. Quietly using the rod to channel a little bit of energy every day from the
girls using the locker room, marvelling at their sex appeal subtly draining away into the glowing
crystals on the rod. He slowly began building up a collection of energy to build his perfect slutty
girlfriend.

Fred grinned as he sat in his room looking at the Rod. it was almost time. He needed someone
to use this on. Their parents were on vacation so that ruled out them, he didn’t want to try his
neighbours-

“Fred, did you eat the last of the cereal?!” he heard his brother yell from across the house.
Perfect.
Fred walked to the kitchen, not answering the question as he held the chanelling rod aloft,
feeling it glow and vibrate with the power and the energy of over twenty sexy teenaged sluts

“Did you eat the cereal I just wanna know so I can go to the sto-OHHH!” a wave of bright pink
energy shot out from the head of the rod, hitting Will in the middle of his chest.
Will in shock stared wide eyes as his body felt as though it were vibrating his average spotty
complextion skin complexion clearing up and darkening into a tan color.

His skin pulled tight as his stomach became trim, hips pushing out into smooth winding curves
the seams of his pants burst up the side of his thigh before rapidly loosening as his stature
decreased.

His Pants shranks, shredding and pulling together into a pleaded skirt hanging just above his
thighs. Will letting out a moan as his hair brightened shininy under the light in a golden blonde.
“Wh-ahts happening!” he gasped as his shirt shrank while his back arched and pushed out into
huge breasts that bounced as he fell backward against the counter, panting as the material
rubbed his nipples a tingling arousal pushing through him as he felt a wetness between his
thighs. The answer to his question presenting itself where his cock once was

“N-nooo” Will panted, as his trembling fingers painted in red to match his clothes reached down,
pulling his skirt up to stare at the bare pantiless pussy that was shaved clean, a disconnect
between his male mind and feminine body cracking down his conciousness “oh gawwd I feel so
hot” his hand rubbed the lips of his pussy as he leaned into the counter, tits held only by his
tops.

Fred grinned “you look fucking great babe, lets break this in.” the statement punctuated by the
unzipping of pants and the clatter of a belt buckled hitting the floor.
Before Will could react his skirt was pulled off, top practically ripped off as Freds dick pushed into
his pussy spreading it as his brother sunk in fully.

Confirming his new gender and role, Will gasped and let out a moan, impuslviely squeezing at tit
with one hand trying to keep himself held stll on the counter as the sounds echoed in his ears
“This...ooh we’re bothers!” she gapsed moaning with every thrust “change..change me back.”
she gasped as her pussy quivered.

Fred kept pumping hard, this bitch was the hottest he’d ever seen. All his favorite girls on the
cheer squad rolled into one. His cock throbbing with every pump of his hips he slapped her ass,
getting a loud gasp in response.

“That..turn me back..oh fuck- why does it feel so good?” Will moan as he felt his tits bounce with
every thrusts forward.
“It’s cause you’re a natural slut now” his brother Fred grunted between each word, keeping hold
of her shoulders as his hips met her ass with every thrusts slapping noises echoing through the
house as they fucked.

Still holding the channeling rod Fred noticed the light blue crystal on it, and pressed his thumb
against it while pointing it to Wills head.

“Noooo!” WIlla sudden groaned, pussy dripping with a surprising orgasm, pussy rippling over
her brothers cock. The magic of the rod seeped deep into Will’s mind, grabbing on to what male
essence was still left inside the slutty cheerleader. He groaned trying to resist but the magic
tingled and coursed through his mind and soaked her roughly ridden pussy as Will gave in
entirely to Willa. Her former masculinty being sealed away in the channeling rod.

“Deeper! Oooh deeper I need to cum!” She gasped, mouth hanging open as another orgasm
rocked her hips.

Fred came along with her, holding the rod in his hand with a satisfied grin. He imagined all the
naughty things he could do, all the girls he could make. This was the begining of a new life for
him.

Comments

  1. Heya Rosie! The image on this one doesn't seem to be there (for me - I checked on mobile, too...). Any chance we could get a repost??

    It's really great, too!

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    1. Black library or not, would love to see a sequel with what Fred does from here! Where will all that masculine energy trapped in the rod go..? And more importantly, maybe, what will become of Willa?? Has reality changed, now, or will their parents wonder where Will went, and who Fred's new slutty girlfriend is..??

      Just some ideas, if you ever wanted to explore all of this further, one day, haha.

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    2. thank you for letting me know! I lost the original image, but I've added a new image that I hope works well with the story.

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