Models: Mick Blue & Demi Sutra
Alisha was watching the snow when her wish came true.
The B&B she and her best friend Martin were staying at over Christmas was an old building, and it had all the creaks and groans to prove it. Their host had explained it was built back in the Victorian era and had been passed down through her family over generations. Alisha could see why it had remained in the family; when the rest of the neighbourhood consisted of characterless carbon copies of the same house, the beautifully unique B&B stood out like a rose amongst weeds.
The little bay window at the top of the stairs was Alisha’s favourite spot in the whole house, and she hadn’t moved from it much in the days since they’d arrived. Not only were the cushions of the built-in sofa wonderfully soft, but the cosy nook provided an equally wonderful spot to sit and watch winter dance through the air outside. The world beyond was painted in shades of white, a thick blanket of snow coating every surface. Icicles twinkled on skeletal branches while only the yellow bulb of a nearby streetlamp offered any colour to the monochromatic scene.
Their stay at the B&B wasn’t planned. Originally from the same small town, their careers had prompted them to move to the city where they shared a flat, but they always made sure to return home at the holidays to visit family. Unfortunately, this year their journey had been cut short by the steady yet persistent snowfall. Stranded, they were forced to rent a room at the B&B – and given that the weather showed no sign of letting up, it seemed that this year they would be spending Christmas with just each other for company.
Tonight, Alisha had left Martin in their room, where he was making the most of their unexpected detour to work on the novel he was writing. As for her, she’d spent her evening listening to an audiobook while calmly sketching the serene scene beyond the diamond-panelled window. By the time she turned off her headphones she was in a pensive mood, and in the quiet of the winter-wrapped house her thoughts began to wander.
This place is so calming. If I was with somebody other than Martin it would even be romantic. Imagine how hot all this would be that way. Gnawing on the unsharpened end of her pencil Alisha felt her fantasies running away from her. It’d be like a romantic movie. Me, the hot artist hiding an inner sensuality; him, the handsome stud with the experience to play my body like a symphony. Fuck, I wish.
And as the snow slid silently down, Alisha’s wish came true.
The pleasure of her transformation seeped through her gradually. Beginning as an erotic heat deep in her core it blossomed outwards, spreading to engulf every inch of her body. Closing her eyes, she let out a sensual groan as it eased her rational mind gently aside and filled her thoughts with visions of desire. And as lust sank its roots into her psyche, Alisha’s physical form was succumbing to the same deviant magic.
Alisha’s transformation was driven by the small things. The width of her shoulders narrowed by an inch or so, while her hips widened by a similar measure. Her breasts separated by a fraction, expanding by a single cup size as they did so. Her clavicles elevated slightly; her dreadlocks unspooled into midnight waves; her pussy tightened just a touch. Even the makeup that appeared on her face was simultaneously pretty and understated, consisting mostly of flushed lipstick and purple eyeshadow. In fact, perhaps the most dramatic change was that of her skin tone, which lightened by a shade or two, although in the dim light of the corridor even this was barely noticeable.
Nevertheless, the cumulative effect of so many minor alterations was undeniably dramatic. In less than a minute Alisha was an entirely new woman – a woman who was powerless to resist the desires of her new body.
While her transformation progressed, Alisha had risen from her seat by the window to eagerly grope herself. Compelled by her building arousal she had peeled off her outfit, groaning softly as she revealed her shifting body, and now she found herself leaning naked against the doors to the room she and Martin were sharing.
A satisfied smile spread over her lips as she continued to caress her supple brown skin, savouring the horny ache pulsing through her insides. A small part of Alisha knew she should be freaking out, but the rest of her was simply too turned on to care.
It took several minutes before Alisha’s unspoken wish came back to her. When it did she let out an audible gasp. Me, the hot artist hiding an inner sensuality; him, the handsome stud with the experience to play my body like a symphony.
Immediately her hand fell to the doorhandle. Electric anticipation crackled through her nerves as she imagined what awaited her on the side. After all, half of her wish had already come true – but what about the other half?
When Alisha pushed open the door, Martin was naked on the bed. Or at least, the man Martin had become was.
Her friend had aged by at least ten years. Nevertheless, the added decade had imbued him with an aura of potent lust that emphasised the carnal intentions with which his new body had been formed. Just being in the same room as him made Alisha wet and as she took in his new appearance she was forced to bite her lip to stop herself groaning.
Martin’s dark hair was now shot through with streaks of grey and there was a rugged experience about his new features, the heavy brow, robust jawline and soulful eyes all suggestive of a life spent exploring how far the pleasures of the flesh could take him while leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. His muscled body was enticingly powerful, but it was the rigid cock jutting up at the ceiling that drew Alisha’s eye.
Martin’s eyes took several seconds to focus on her. ‘Alisha… is that you?’ he asked, his voice strained as he tried to ignore the fresh arousal burning through his insides.
‘It’s me, hot stuff.’
‘I… what happened? I was just sat in here writing and then…’ He trailed off and stared at his new body in wide-eyed amazement.
A mischievous smirk spread across Alisha’s lips. ‘That might have been me,’ she admitted. ‘Turns out this place is able to grant wishes, and while I was sitting by the window, well… let’s just say my fantasies got away from me. But I shouldn’t be the only one who gets to have my wishes come true – you deserve that too. Make a wish, baby. I promise you won’t regret it.’
Martin’s brow furrowed as he looked her up and down. It wasn’t quite an expression of pain, more one of exertion, as if he was struggling to hold something back. It only took a few seconds for that something to break free though, and his eyes went wide as the words came tumbling out of his mouth.
‘I wish for you to ride me until you can’t think straight.’
Alisha’s stomach dropped even as her heart soared. ‘That… that’s a good wish,’ she breathed.
The next moment the magic of Martin’s wish was urging her towards the bed.
With each step closer Alisha felt her rational mind succumbing to a sudden and uncontrollable lust. Even if she had wanted to resist, her limbs were moving of their own volition, her body no longer under her command as it moved to fulfil Martin’s desires.
Then again, as she eyed her friend’s waiting cock resistance was the last thing on her mind, and once she joined him on the bed she realised this was inevitable – because if Martin hadn’t wished for her to fuck him she would have seduced him into letting her do so anyway.
The sound that escaped Alisha’s lips when she sank down onto Martin’s dick was somewhere between a gasp and a deviant, delirious laugh. Facing away from him with her knees planted beside his hips, she eased herself down slow, savouring the orgasmic ache of his massive sex stretching hers. Trembles of ecstasy rippled through her body and she heard him let out a hungry grunt as he watched her plump ass jiggle.
Martin’s wish roiled inside her, telling her to bounce her hips until rational thought was a distant memory. But even with the magic eating away at the very foundations of her mind, Alisha managed to restrain herself.
‘Fuck… I… you’re so big baby… I don’t know if…’
Alisha could hear the grin in Martin’s voice as he cut her off. ‘You can take it, slut. This place made us for each other, right? So stop whimpering and ride me. Not that you have a choice, of course. My wish is your command, remember?’
Alisha didn’t respond with words. She couldn’t, because the primal hunger in Martin’s voice had driven her over the edge. Her resistance had crumbled and now the only thing that mattered in the whole world was riding her hung stud.
Almost immediately, the pleasure was eviscerating. Flooded with ecstasy as she bounced her ass to take him deep and fast, Alisha collapsed forward even as her hips continued to roll with a mind of their own. Peering back, she watched the supple curves of her ass judder with every drop while the sordid slap of her thighs against his sliced through the air. In that moment, Alisha understood that she was beyond the point of no return: until Martin’s wish was fulfilled she was powerless against the nymphomania now roaring within her.
Yet somehow the hottest part of it all was the wicked gleam in Martin’s eye. Lying back, he watched her work his dick with a deviant grin. Alisha could practically see the fiendish thoughts swirling through his mind; thanks to her all the desires of his insatiable new body were just a wish away and he knew it. The only question that remained was which fantasy they would live out first?
‘You know, I never thought being brainless would make you look so pretty,’ Martin breathed after a while.
They had both orgasmed several times already – Alisha could feel his sticky seed coating her insides – but unfortunately for her a few clear thoughts were still clinging on in her otherwise sex-drunk mind, and until they were erased she had no choice but to continue, her stamina inexhaustible thanks to the magic of Martin’s wish.
Even so, with her brain mostly fucked to mush she was as incapable of forming a response as she was of stopping her rocking hips. All she could do was listen as he goaded her, her brows knitting together with each fresh wave of degrading pleasure.
‘Maybe for my next wish I’ll make sure you stay this way for a while. A few days. A week maybe.’ He glanced out of the window at the silent snow. ‘After all, who knows how long this weather will keep us here?’
Spreading his hands behind his head, Martin looked up at the ceiling while continuing to monologue about all the wishes he could make. Alisha’s horny gasps proved beyond any doubt that she was just as turned on by his ideas, but Martin was too lost in his own arousal to realise what effect his speculation was having on his lover until it was too late.
When Alisha’s last rational thought finally melted away she was left in a state of blissful euphoria. Lust saturated her very soul, seeping into every corner of her psyche and washing away everything so that for one perfect moment she was nothing more than an empty, insatiable sex doll given life.
Then that moment passed and, with Martin’s wish fulfilled, Alisha’s mind reset. Everything she had lost while riding him came rushing back in all at once, and with it came an unexpected surge of anger.
A week? He wants to drain my mind for an entire week just so he can make me his obedient cocksleeve? Well, two can play at that game you sleazy bastard.
Martin never knew what hit him. One second he was spread out on his back with Alisha’s hips bouncing hypnotically on his cock; the next she reared up, twisted to face him and fixed him with the deranged expression of a woman possessed.
‘I wish you were overwhelmed by an insatiable need to cum,’ she said, her voice like honey but her eyes like ice. ‘I wish that the longer you went without it, the more desperate you were to fuck me however I like. And…’ She paused, malice flashing in her gaze. ‘I wish you could only cum when I say so.’
Alisha’s wish immediately had the desired effect. Springing up like a striking panther, Martin wrapped his arms around her nubile body and urgently dragged her down to the bedsheets. The transformed slut laughed as he forced her onto her side, raising a shapely leg into the air with one hand and clamping the other around her nape to keep her in position. Then he was thrusting hard and deep, cock striking her G-spot with pinpoint accuracy, skin hot and electric against hers. Martin’s mouth fell open as he ravaged her pussy, and if he had any complaints about her manipulative wishes they were engulfed by his primal grunts.
Eyes closed and head titled back, Alisha basked in the ecstasy. Deep down she knew she’d eventually let Martin make his own wishes too – she couldn’t deny the idea of being his brainless cumdump was an enticing one. But not just yet. It didn’t hurt to remind him that the B&B’s magic had made deviants of them both, and besides, she was the one who’d made the wish that transformed them in the first place – he owed her.
‘Please,’ Martin grunted, face a mask of agonised lust. ‘Please… let me cum… I need it… please…’
But Alisha simply smiled. ‘I wish that every time you asked me that it doubled how much you needed to cum. And I wish that the longer you went without cumming, the less you were able to resist asking.’
Martin’s pitiful whimper was like music to her ears.
Already Alisha could sense where this would lead them. They were falling, hand-in-hand, tumbling ever faster into an endless void of depravity. With each wish made their descent would accelerate, their corruption sink deeper, and she knew that by the end they would be little more than sexual fantasies given flesh.
But when falling for sin felt this good, Alisha would never repent.
Succumbing to their own desires, the sordid transformees failed to notice their voyeur. After Martin’s wish, Alisha been too distracted to close the door. Now it stood ajar, and in the shadows of the hallway beyond a beautiful woman watched their passion.
The landlady of the B&B allowed herself a smile as she watched Martin drive Alisha onto her back and push her raised leg back to spread her pussy wider. Then, with the groans of her corrupted guests dancing after her, she made her way back down the corridor. ‘Another pair of satisfied customers,’ she said…
Thanks for reading!
I don’t know how many of my readers are also writers themselves, but for those who are they will know that sometimes motivation isn’t easy to come by. I bring this up because this story came about at a time when my motivation was at a particularly low ebb. As far as I recall there wasn’t anything particularly wrong at the time, it was just a period of natural creative sluggishness.
Fortunately, as I was working through that period this story simply slotted together. I’ve had this gallery on my list of Christmas story options for years at this point and could never come up with a concept I enjoyed for it, yet for some reason when I was considering it this year I was reminded of an old story I hadn’t thought about for a long time. ‘Room For Adjustment’ was written by Rylem, and though I typically haven’t made a habit of reposting the content of other writers on my own blog, I did repost Rylem’s story on my original blog and then similarly reuploaded it to this one when I moved my domain (if you’re interested in reading that story, you can find it here). And now, years later, it was Rylem’s story that inspired this piece.
Truth be told, I’m not really sure if this is an homage to Rylem’s original or a sort of sequel, but either way I’m pretty happy with the result given that it represents an idea that cut through the demotivation while also allowing me to use a gallery I’d started to give up hope on.
Other than that all I have to say is that this story officially kicks off my Christmas/New Year slate. Given my current IRL priorities I’m not going too mental with releases this year, but I’m pretty happy with all those I do have on the way. For clarity, this month will have a new Christmas-themed story every Friday, then on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day I’ll be releasing a couple of New Year-themed content, after which I’ll be taking my normal January hiatus.
But there’s still a month of stories between now and then, so I hope to see you back here next week for the next one!
Gallery: https://www.pornhat.com/albums/1603/home-for-christmas-part-2/
