Here's a 2 part short story commissioned by Dayv1029Dayv1029! Sometimes having a Witch girlfriend has it's perks but it also has it's downsides!
Part 1 (You're Here!) | Part 2: Here
Contains: Inanimate Transformation
“Philip! Wake up Phil! Sweetie?” Philip clenched his eyes as his girlfriend shook him vigorously by the shoulders. He knew Lisa had classes today but it was his one day to sleep in between his own classes and work. “Philip! If you wake up I’ll give you something special!” She taunted him, her voice lingering in the air like the siren she was.
He let out a sigh as he rolled over towards Lisa and opened his eyes. “This better be something special.” And he knew she was capable of doing some incredibly special things! You see, he didn’t know it when he had fallen head over heels for his now girlfriend but she was what some people would call a fledgling witch. He knew first hand some of the ‘special’ things she could do such as boosting their endurance while they had sex, animating the cleaning supplies so they’d clean the apartment for them, and she even gave him a couple of inches on his pecker.
“Oh it’s special alright. Now come on!” Philip could see the sparkles in her eyes as she tugged on his arm, pulling him out of bed.
“Okay! Okay!” He kicked the blankets from his legs and spun his body around, lowering his feet into his slippers before getting up and following his excited girlfriend. “It’s too early to be this energetic. You must be rather happy with this little surprise.”
“You have no idea! Come on!” She waved for him to follow her as she skipped from the bedroom and into the living room. Philip meandered behind her and walked around the corner of the hallway into the living room where Lisa was waiting for him. “Tada!” She gestured to her side as she stepped out of Phillips' way. In the middle of the living room was the bike she used to get to her classes and run errands with a large blue bow crudely taped to the handlebars.
“Lisa, why is your bike in our living room?” Philip slowly turned his head towards his girlfriend, staring in confused bewilderment as he watched her smile never leave her face.
“Weeell… You know those weird stories you read online? The one’s where some guy is transformed into an object and used by an unaware girl?”
“Uh… Yeah?” Philip really didn’t like where he thought this was going. Who knows what strange and bizarre ideas popped into his girlfriend's head.
“Well I studied up on a few new spells and I figured I’d give you a little treat!” She stood next to the bike, eyes closed while her mouth was an ecstatic smile. Philip really didn’t like that!
“New… spells? Babe you know that’s just some fantasy right? I don’t really want that to happen.”
“Oh I know that! It wouldn’t be permanent obviously but I did learn some rather tricky spells to give you the full experience!”
Despite feeling really nervous about all of this he didn’t want to put a damper on Lisa’s mood. Seeing her brimming with excitement at both giving him a ‘treat’ and showing off the new magic she learned. “Can you just tell me the specifics of this new spell? I’m not gonna lie sweetheart but I’m a little nervous at the moment.”
Lisa walked up to Philip and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling herself into him. “That’s okay baby. I’ll give you a run down before we jump into anything.” She ran the tip of her finger from the center of his chest and down to his waist, sending shivers down his spine. “The spell does two things babe. Firstly it’ll put your essence into an object of your choosing. I chose my bike seat because I know how much of an ass man you are.”
“What gave you that idea? Was it all those times I requested my face to be your seat?”
Lisa chuckled as she gently pushed off of Philip, looking him in his eyes. “Secondly, I’ll be unaware of the spell until I read a note I left for myself on the fridge. That way I don’t hold back on giving you the full experience.”
Philip was speechless. Even knowing that he was dating a wonderful woman with magical capabilities he never considered that his strangest fantasy would one day be real. Hell, even the fact that his girlfriend cared enough about his weird fantasy to spend time learning a new spell just for him! Guess it’s one of the perks of dating a so-called witch. “I- I really don’t deserve you Lisa. I’ll accept your gift if you promise me that this will work as intended. The whole inanimate transformation was already a fantasy I didn’t think would happen and I don’t want to permanently be your bike seat. Okay?”
“I promise! I did a lot of research!” She let go of Philips waist and spun around, squealing in excitement. “I’ve been planning this for months! Okay! Okay.” She calmed herself down and began taking deep breaths. “Okay. You ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be?”
She took one last deep breath and slowly exhaled out. “Veriea Venteicentesis. Broiea Atengus. Tasaaytuna Ventaoesus Laboieergo Padarum!” She shouted into the room, her eyes shut as her voice boomed out louder with every line of the spell. As the last magical word left her mouth she opened her eyes and looked at Philip. He became engulfed in white light as the incantation took hold of him.
Philips vision was filled with disorienting white light as he felt himself being lifted from the ground. Pressure began to build up across his body and the back of his head as the magic condensed him down into what Lisa called essence. His body, arms, and legs converged into one solid mass as his head sunk down into them, his face resting atop what used to be the rest of his body. The blinding white light vanished as quickly as it engulfed him, clearing his vision to see the living room's ceiling fan lazily spinning above him. No matter how much he tried to move his head? His body? Didn’t matter, the only thing he could do was stare up at the crude apartment ceiling. “Did it work?”
“Why is my bike in the apartment?” He heard Lisa’s voice sound out from just outside of his vision. She stepped into his vision, now towering above him with a confused look on her face as she ignored him and plucked the blue bow from the handlebars.
“I guess it did work.”
“Did I bring it in yesterday, or? You know what, it doesn’t matter. I need to head out to class anyways.” She shook her head in an attempt to ignore why her bike was now inside, clearly unable to remember the actual reason due to the spell. She grabbed her bookbag and jacket from the couch, slid her arms through her jacket, slung her backpack over her shoulders, and walked her bike by the handlebars out of the apartment.
Philip was in for a rude surprise as the cold winter air hit his vinyl face. It wasn’t necessarily the fact that the icey air on his unprotected body was painfully cold but was rather an uncomfortable feeling he could somehow feel and could do nothing about. He honestly had no idea how his girlfriend enjoyed riding her bike in this temperature yet she did it day in and day out. After locking the door to their apartment she wheeled the bike out a couple of feet before suddenly jumping onto the bike. Philip's vision became dark as his view of the cloudy morning sky was replaced with the rapidly approaching eclipse of his girlfriend's jean covered ass as it slammed down onto him. “Woah!” Philip instinctively flinched and attempted to cover his face in vain as his face was smushed by Lisa’s wide ass. He was expecting a wave of pain to be coursing through his nose as Lisa’s fat ass shattered it but found that because he was nothing more than a vinyl bike seat that he didn’t have any nerve endings to feel pain with. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the sheer weight of his girlfriend weighing down on him as she rode her bike down the streets.
In fact this was nothing like the other times she sat on his face. Before she wouldn’t put her entire weight on him, not wanting to harm him or suffocate him, but now that she believed that he was just her bike seat she didn’t have a reason to hold back. And luckily for Philip his new form didn’t have a nose or neck for her to break nor any lungs that needed to be filled with air. Lisa’s ass grinded into Philips bike seat face as her bottom swayed side to side as she pedaled.
As the trip to Lisa’s university campus dragged on and despite the frigid climate Lisa began to sweat due to her exertions. Doubtless the shirt underneath her puffy jacket had begun to absorb her sweat as the jeans that rubbed against Philips vinyl face grew damp. And with that dampness came an aroma of salty musk that filled Philip's last intact sense. Lisa had really done her research when it came to this oddly pleasant surprise, keeping Philips sight, sense of smell, and only the beneficial senses of touch. “You surely had to read a fair share of stories online!” She had really gone above and beyond in giving Philip the perfect fulfillment of his fantasy.
Shortly after Philip had begun enjoying the rhythmic feeling of his girlfriend’s rear massaging his face, finally having gotten over the helpless feeling and putting his well-being into his girlfriend's hands, their ride came to a sudden stop. He felt the weight on his face lift from him as light flooded his vision, blinding him for just a moment. “Aw! We’re here already?” He watched Lisa pull a bike lock from her backpack, latch the bike frame he was attached to to a bike rack, and walk away without so much as a second thought.
It never occurred to Philip how boring being an inanimate object could be at times. Of course you’d get those parts in those online fetish stories about sitting in drawers for hours or being thrown away to never be used again but living that experience was something else. Philip was forced to stare upwards at the sky, the moving clouds and occasional bird the only thing informing him of the passage of time. Countless people walked by the bike rack he was locked to. A dozen or so people came to grab their bike or leave it next to him, some even bumping him as his angle of view would slightly shift from time to time. “How much time had it been? How long were her classes?” Without her plush ass to keep his face warm he had no choice but to idly wait for her to return, the chilly grasp of the breeze nipping his vinyl face. He grew so bored that he spaced out, not seeing the woman approach the bike rack.
“Come on! Why is this one giving me trouble?” An unfamiliar voice and the sudden jostling of the bike he was attached to reeled Philip back to reality. He couldn’t see exactly who it was but somebody was kneeling right next to him, only seeing the top of her dark gray beanie, but she was fidgeting with his lock!
“Hey! Cut that out!” He mentally shouted at the woman to no avail. “Steal some other bike!” This woman was stealing a bike in broad daylight and by the distant sounds of chattering it seemed like nobody cared. “Please choose another bike! Somebody!? Hey, somebody!?”
“Stupid lock!” The woman grabbed the bike chain and tugged at it in anger causing the bike to slip and for Philip to get a better view of his surroundings. She was a larger woman, wearing a heavy jacket and a pair of jeans which were both a dark shade of gray. The only uncovered part of her was her face which was pale and freckled, topped with bright orange hair which haphazardly jutted out from underneath her beanie.
She had become so focused on the bike lock that she failed to notice the man approaching behind her. “Finally! Get this woman away from me!”
“Excuse me.” The man stood behind the thief and peered over her, getting a good look at what she was doing. “Is this your bike?”
“Huh!?” The red-headed woman straightened her back and turned to the man. “Uh- Yeah- My lock’s just old and got jammed!”
“That’s stupid! Like anybody would believe that!”
The man looked down at the red-head woman and thought for a moment before speaking up, “Sorry to bother ya then! I hope you get it unjammed.”
“What!? No. No! You fucking idiot!” Philip panicked as he watched the man apologize to his kidnapper and turn a blind eye to her activities. “Don’t leave! Damnit!”
The woman turned her attention back to the lock, jostling with it for a moment before hitting it against the metal bar of the rack. *POP* “Yes!” She snaked the lock’s chain free from the rack and shoved it into her jacket's pocket.
“Don’t you dare touch me! My girlfriends a witch, you’ll regret this!” His threats fell on empty ears as the woman maneuvered the bike free from the rack before she threw her leg over the chair. Now if Lisa’s butt was an eclipse this woman’s ass was the moon colliding with earth. With a *PLAP* her thick rear collided with Philip’s face, her excess width pillowing to the side of his cushion body. While Lisa felt like she was pushing into his face while she rode him this woman felt like she was digging into his face as her added weight caused his vinyl to cave in on itself. His face felt crumpled and scrunched as that familiar grinding of his rider pedaling began. But instead of the rough yet pleasurable massage he was subjected to before he instead felt his face being pulled from side to side as the weight shifted, left to right, right to left. “Fuck! Lady could you be any heavier!?”
This continued on for a while. His face being non-stop molested by this stranger’s ass. What was Philip’s luck? The one day they try something a bit risky and that’s when Lisa’s bike gets stolen. It was hard for Philip to focus on anything besides the fat ass on top of him. The new faint scent of some stranger's ass. The absolutely crushing weight centered entirely on his defenseless face. He was just glad that it was short lived as the woman finally got off of him, the foam behind his vinyl skin slowly reconstituting its form now that it wasn’t being molded by her butt. The woman messed with a gate lock, popping it open before wheeling Philip into her backward. His view of the sky was eventually blocked by the roof of a patio which too was short lived as he was shoved carelessly to the ground.
The lady, not slowing her stride, walked away from Philip and through the backdoor into her house. Philip, with his new view angle, got a good look of his surroundings. The backyard was covered with dead grass and bountiful weeds. The patio housed a collection of filled trash bags, random junk piled high into small hills. The vile stench polluting the air around Philip as he came to regret Lisa giving him the ability to smell. “Ugh… This is fine. This is fine!” He panicked to himself as the weight of his situation hit him. “Lisa will go home and see the note and come rushing to find me! I’m sure she will! She has too! Right…?”
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“Ugh! Fuck me!” Lisa let the front door to her apartment slam shut behind her. “Who even steals bikes anymore!? They’re not that expensive!” She twirled her fingers causing her backpack and jacket to levitate off her and onto the couch. Being a witch and living by yourself had its perks you know! Not having to worry about being caught using magic. Using it to your heart's content! Plus she had the apartments to herself although that did get lonely from time to time. Maybe she’d find some cute boy and spoil him with magic! But she didn’t have time for that. Between work and classes she’d be running herself thin.
She walked over to the fridge to grab a snack, hungry from having to walk all the way back without her bike. “Who put this note here?” Stuck to the fridge was a yellow sticky note that read ‘Turn bike back!’ Why’d she turn her bike back? Plus she didn’t even have her bike anymore. “Must’ve been unimportant.” She snatched the sticky note from the fridge, holding it between her thumb and index finger as it suddenly lit up in flames. “I am not walking that distance again.” She opened up the fridge and scanned its contents with her eyes before grabbing a cheese stick, taking a bite from it as she closed the fridge. “Plus that thing was old…”
She walked into the living room and took a bite of her string cheese. She looked over at her jacket which rested on top of her backpack and pondered to herself for a moment. “Ugh… I’m already all gross and sweaty. Come here!” She twirled her finger as she brought her jacket up to her, using magic to slip it over her arms. “Maybe I’ll get a beach cruiser with a little basket. Ooh! Maybe they have one in blue!” She walked back outside of her apartment, this time to head down to the local superstore to pick up a new bike. There was just no way she was walking 40 minutes to work tomorrow!
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