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Sealed with a kiss

 



Terry had been worried about his lovelife with his girlfriend Lisa. As far as things could be told from his point of view Lisa and him were in love. There was no question in that. Try as he might though in the bedroom things felt...off, he couldn’t get the feeling he wasn’t enough for Lisa and that she was mostly putting on a show for him as far as his sexual performance was concerned. 

He’d been talking to his friends at work about this and the usual answers were things like introducing toys into it, maybe try out a threesome. None of the answers seemed to work out in his head, that was until he got a chance to talk to Izzy. 

Izzy had always been the woman everyone steered clear of, not because she was mean, but because she was ‘dangerous’ people who associated with Izzy would often never come away quite the same after it, if they came away at all.  She’d managed to sidle up to Terry one evening while he was at the bar, deep in thought she coaxed his insecurities out. 

“That’s nothing a little magic can’t fix”  Terry knew he was drunk, but not even that made sense. Izzy, however insisted that if he consented, she could help fix everything for him and Lisa. 

The Spell was explained simply; the magic would create a connection between his soul and Lisa’s. And when they kissed, his body would become the kind of body she found the most appealing. The idea seemed concerning since Terry had never beeen self concious of his looks, and he’d never questioned Lisa’s attraction to him, but in his drunken state he’d remembered that Lisa hadn’t been as flirty as she once was none of the playful teasing touches that had been there in the early weeks of their relationship had been present in the past few months. Downing the last of his bottle and steeling himself up, he consented. 

Terry didn’t get to see Lisa until the very next night, he was nervous and excited when she finally got home. The moment he caught her in a vulnerable position he swung her around and pressed his lips on hers and- 

The world seemed to slow down as everything shifted. Terry Groaned as his body was filled with the sensation of hot syrup that flowed into his body and pushed and pulled parts of him around. His height shrank and pounds melted off his body, muscle softening as he shudder, pants pushing out as his hips spread out in an agonisingly hot shifting of his posture and center of mass. 

His shirt buttons popped away to the floor as he found himself now at eye level with Lisa, her hands tracing up the curved body he’d suddenly acquired.  He had questions. But before he could even mutter out a singular “what?!” he found himself under further assault to his mouth as Lisa kissed him more, her hands pushing away his clothes as the two of them foundthemselves swept up in the moment. 

Each Kiss seemed to push Terry into a further stupor as Lisa’s hands guided him to the bedroom, her fingers pressing inside of him, making him now realise how steamingly wet his new pussy was as she was pressed down into the bed under Lisa. 

Terry desperately tried to catch his breath, every inhale seeming to demand his girlfriend dominantly assert herself in another kiss that would steal away the air back away from him. The heat that build as she kissed down his body made her hips jerk and twitch, back arched as she found herself unable to control herself under the passions of the wild woman that Lisa had become. 

The Orgasm that hit Terry the moment Lisa kissed her new pussy nearly knocked her out cold as she lay their panting, only to let out more moans as with each follow up kiss and lick Terry realised this would be a very long night. 

The next several weeks were a whirlwind for Terry and Lisa. 

Every kiss seemed to change Terry in subtle, hard to notice ways. The way he carried herself, her posture and stance. The way she now internally referred to herself as female. The dynamic had changed a lot with Lisa now the breadwinner, the assertive lover, all the while Teri had shrunk back a bit, having to have resigned from work due to the indefinite length of the spell. 

 What neither love knew was the kiss was going both ways. Terry wanted to be what his girlfriend wanted most. Lisa was bi and needed to indulge that part of herself So now Teri was present in their lives. Lisa wanted to be the one in charge of the relationship, Teri defferred to her in all things, and had resigned from their job. Teri felt submissive

It had been frightening for Teri when finally one night Lisa brought home another man. 

Lisa loved Teri, but he’d never quite fulfilled the needs she needed in bed, and while she knew at some point Teri would want to try to go back to the way things had been...well, that was something she didn’t want. 

Teri moan as she was guided on to the cock, her world spiralling as Terry seemed to be an impossible goal to retain. 

And every kiss sealed her fate that much more. 

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Another from the black library of sorts. I don't really remember much of writing this one sadly so can't say much. Hopefully you all like it 

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