Ch.4 Idolised Cock [Patreon Reward]

“Rrrgh, I can’t believe I lost my locket at the last concert! Ughhh, I’ll need to forge new celestial bonds from scratch to make a replacement…”

Jocelyn, a self-taught witch, grumbled to herself as she queued in line for the next Alicia Saturna concert. She had thin black hair that was a little frayed at the edges, chewed fingernails with chipped black nail paint, and subtle but permanent bags under her eyes. She almost always wore a tattered black dress with asymmetrical tights and worn, holey shoes, and today was no different.

Practised in the darkest of magics, Jocelyn had tried and failed to make Alicia her own several times before. No matter what she tried, fate was seemingly against her.

“I was already having trouble with the love potion, and now this! Hmm, maybe I could incorporate a love spell into the new locket? No, no there’s a reason I didn’t add one to the first locket… If only reality warping didn't interfere with the potency of love spells…” Jocelyn mused to herself. “Oh Alica, you’re going to be mine eventually! We’ll be inseparable~ You’re going to love me as much as I love you, hmm hmm hmm~”

—

After Jocelyn had entered the stadium and found her seat, she waited impatiently for her beloved idol to take the stage. She had been to so many of Alicia’s concerts before, but it was never enough. Time spent separated from the object of her desire was full of nothing but torment and despair. Being near Alicia Saturna renewed her life force and granted her deeper wells of magic - or, at least, so Jocelyn believed.

Eventually, flashy special effects kicked off as music began to play. Artificial fog rolled over the empty stage, and then Alicia made her entrance. A platform was raised from below the stage, where Alicia Saturna and her backup dancers and vocalists were lifted into the spotlight. The crowd roared to life as the star of the show emerged from the fog and started her performance.

But Jocelyn immediately spotted what was amiss: Alicia Saturna was a giant cock! And what was worse, she was a giant cock who was attached to someone else’s body!

“WHAT!?” She spat in horror. “That was supposed to be me!! That was MY locket, and that’s MY living cock!!”

“Shut up!” The woman in the seat beside Jocelyn shouted.

“NO! You don’t understand! That was supposed to be ME up there! She was supposed to be MY dick!!”

“Dick? What the fuck are you talking about? Just stop screaming and enjoy the show.”

“Alicia Saturna is that rando’s hyper girlcock instead of mine! It’s ME she’s supposed to be together with forever!”

“Uhhh, are you seeing reality? Alicia’s a human, and that’s her new dancer there behind her.” The other woman said dismissively.

“Alicia is that dancer’s penis!! Can’t you see her giant shaft hanging out from her skirt!?”

“Yeah? And? Her cock’s hanging out, what does this have to do with Alicia?” The woman shot a confused, judgemental glance at the fanatic beside her.

“And you don’t see anything wrong with that!?”

“No? Should I?”

“YES!! If I flashed my vag right here and now, would that be ok?” Jocelyn asked hysterically.

“Lady, what is your problem!? This is a public place, don’t flash your genitals!”

“But that’s exactly what that dancer is doing!! And you can see that!!”

“Yeah, that’s just normal. Why wouldn’t her dick be out in the open?”

Jocelyn was taken aback. Her locket’s reality warp had been more potent than she had anticipated! The witch had imbued spells which she believed would fuse Alicia onto her body as a new cock, and simply make everyone else indifferent to the arrangement. Sure, they’d see and comprehend that Alicia was a giant, throbbing dick, but they wouldn’t question it. Instead, it seemed, the locket had altered everyone’s perception too! Jocelyn had implemented an exception into the magical artifact so it wouldn’t change her own mind, which she concluded worked as intended given that she could perceive Alicia in all her phallic glory.

Fury pumped through the dark spellcaster’s veins. The concert she had hoped would ease her nerves and recharge her spirit had become a toxic wasteland sapping her of strength. All she could do was storm out of the building with steam practically shooting from her ears and scream into the packed parking garage.

“Stupid dancer! Stupid lost locket! Stupid ignorant concertgoer! Ughhh!!”

With a mighty wind-up, Jocelyn kicked the tire of a random vehicle so hard that its car alarm went off.

“SHUT UP!!”

Unable to properly contain her magic while in her enraged state, the witch unintentionally cast a spell on the blaring car. All that raw magical energy expelled in a heightened emotional state could have caused any number of things to happen, but in this case, it locked on to her anger and lust for revenge: it transformed the car she had just kicked into a packer! However, instead of it being just any regular old soft silicone phallus, its glans was in the shape of the dancer’s head - Vivian’s head!

For a brief moment, calmness washed over Jocelyn as she stared at the now-empty parking space with an average-sized artificial cock resting smack dab in the middle. The fake, lifeless head on the tip of the dick was frozen in a permanent ahegao expression. The witch figured it should have made her feel better seeing the dancer’s likeness on such a lewd object, but instead it just made her think of all the pleasure that cursed dancer was having with her Alicia!

“rrrrrrrrrRRRRRRGH!!” She screamed, ran up to the floppy phallus, and punted it as hard as she could - straight through the windshield of another parked car.

—

The next day, Jocelyn was still steeping in her own envy and jealousy. She couldn’t focus on her university courses and could barely eat a bite of food. Her thoughts swirled with ideas of revenge and fantasies of what could have been.

Then, just as she thought her week couldn’t get any worse, she saw them: Alicia and her new dancer were there in the same university as her!

“What the-!? There is no way in hell that they’re going to the same uni as I am!!” Jocelyn seethed.

She shadowed Vivian and her famous phallus to their destination, which happened to be their dance class. Jocelyn snuck into the dance hall and hid behind a stack of foam flooring panels, then waited for Alicia and her arch-rival to reemerge from the change room.

Soon enough, Vivian walked out with Alicia still sprouting from between her legs. The sight of her darling idol Alicia on someone else’s body reignited the fury in Jocelyn’s heart, but this time she managed to maintain control of her magical powers.

“Hee hee! You’re so funny, Vivian!” Alicia giggled.

“I’m serious! I honestly thought I was going to explode right there on stage! I was so nervous, but also so excited!” Vivian said when she thought nobody was around to hear.

“Vivian!” Jocelyn whispered to herself. “So that’s the name of my nemesis…”

The witch studied the merged pair from the shadows for the whole class. Her heart sank deeper and deeper the more she observed how the pair interacted with each other. It was clear Vivian was head over heels in love: but what was worse, so was Alicia. The way Vivian gently held the pop star’s rigid body as they danced - or rather, as Vivian danced for the both of them - turned Jocelyn’s stomach.

“Oh, s-sorry, I’m drooling again…” Alicia muttered embarrassedly.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Vivian replied, wiping Alicia’s face clean.

Jocelyn clenched her fists. “My darling Alicia has that bitch’s seed leaking out of her! It should be my seed she drools out!! It should be my blood pumping through her!! Ugh, but Alicia’s already fallen for that horrid nobody… I may be able to make love potions, but there’s no force in the universe that can undo her existing love…”

As she watched Vivian sit down for a break, she was struck with an idea. A wicked grin formed on her face as she snuck away to her residence room…

—

After a week of preparations (and missed classes), Jocelyn felt she was ready to put her brilliant plan into motion. In the wee hours of the morning, she snuck into the dance hall carrying a thimble, a strand of yarn, a pop tab, and a pinch of salt - ingredients for her big spell.

“Eheheheh, Alicia is going to be mine soon~” The witch muttered to herself eerily. “ All I need to do is transform riiight… here.”

Jocelyn had spied on Vivian and Alicia every day, and learned that they always practiced in the same part of the dance hall and took a rest in the same spot. She formulated a plan to hijack Vivian’s body and assume her identity, thus becoming Alicia’s owner and love interest all in one. To do this, she needed to touch Vivian, but do so discreetly enough as to not arouse suspicion as she transferred her life essence into her new body. The magic wielder decided the best way to do this was transform herself into a simple chair for Vivian to sit on - plus, this way she could use her own transformed body as a spellcast focus instead of having to create a new locket or other such item. She knew this was a sketchy way to do it, but it was certainly the quickest - making a new locket could take months! Finally, the cherry on top of her plan was to simultaneously transfer Vivian’s consciousness to her butt - certainly a fitting punishment for an impudent worm who thought she could steal Jocelyn’s idol away from her!

With magical ingredients in hand, Jocelyn muttered a meticulously-formulated incantation and let her magic do its work. It didn’t take long for her body to stretch and contort into another form: her arms and lower legs thinned out into matching, rounded wooden chair legs; her lap flattened out and her thighs fused together to create a smooth seat curved to more comfortably house a person’s posterior; and her head receded into her torso, which itself became a carved backrest to complete her new form as a simple wooden chair.

‘Perfect!’ She thought to herself. ‘Now all I have to do is wait… Eheheheh!’

—

Later that day, Vivian and Alicia attended dance class as expected. After a tense hour of anticipation, they finally took their break! Vivian sat her soft, chubby butt on Jocelyn, who wasted no time beginning the transfer.

‘Eheheheheheh, yes! I can finally be one with my darling Alicia Saturna!’

But as soon as her life force began to leave her solid, inanimate body, she could feel something was wrong. Jocelyn didn’t know what, but she knew it just felt off.

‘Wh-what’s happening? My plan is perfect, it has to work! It’s all j-just in my head! Yeah, this is how it’s supposed to work!’

Now, the witch’s spirit began to assimilate into the nervous system of the target, beginning with Vivian’s butt. However, once she could feel Vivian’s entire butt as her own, the process halted. She felt squished and could see nothing but darkness, and she knew what that meant.

‘Heheh, heh… I’m that bitch’s big fat ass… This is normal, this is the part where she and I swap places! I become her, and she becomes my lowly, squishy rump! Heh heh, y-yeah! Any moment now!’

Moments passed with no change. Vivian was beginning to regret not turning her old body into a softer chair.

‘Come on you stupid magic! Work damn you!’

Little did Jocelyn know that using her own inanimate body as the casting focus was her undoing: since she hadn’t used a proper item like another locket or a ring, the original locket - which Vivian was still wearing - took precedence. The locket was designed to make Alicia Saturna into the wearer’s cock, and it held true. Jocelyn half-assed her plan, and she was now stuck as an ass herself.

‘No, no, no! This can’t be it! I didn’t mess up my spell! What were the details again? I used salt, and, uhh… um…’ Jocelyn’s mind was beginning to slip.

Then, Vivian stood up again and returned to her dance routine. Jocelyn regained her vision now that she wasn’t squished up against a chair, though it was partially obstructed by Vivian’s tight leggings. Her new view of the world from a butt’s perspective felt… familiar? As if she had lived her whole life as someone’s rear end.

‘Wh-what’s happening to my m-mind!? I’m going crazy!! Nnng, th-these tights are squeezing me so tight! A-ahh, I love when Owner wears these… O-Owner!? Vivian’s not my Owner!! R-right? Vivian you asshole! Give me back my Alicia!! …Oh god, they don’t even know I’m here! I did it this way to be stealthy and now it’s biting me in the ass!’

A sudden itch appeared on one of Jocelyn’s new cheeks, but she couldn’t scratch it herself. All she could do was move with the rest of Vivian’s body and use her glute muscles to help her dance. Once her routine was finished, Vivian scratched her butt, relieving Jocelyn and sending a wave of calm through her.

‘Ahhh, thanks Owner… N-no!! No, no I’m starting to think like a butt! I don’t want to be the stupid ugly butt of a stupid ugly idol snatcher!! Nnng, it’s so hard to think! It’s like these leggings are s-squeezing my b-brain… Nnng… I’m… Wh-what was my name!? I… I never had a name… What am I thinking? I need to help Owner dance! I need to prepare for when Owner does squats to exercise my glutes! I n-need to get out of here… Out of this mess… Out of these leggings? But why would I want that, they’re so comfy, and Owner loves them! If Owner loves them, then I love them, hee hee!’ Jocelyn’s sense of self was rapidly beginning to match her new existence as naught but a simple pair of buttcheeks. ‘Nnng, when will Owner touch me again? I love it when Owner gets someone to slap me! Hee hee! Slap my cheeks, it’ll feel so good! S-slap… I’ll slap that bitch… V-Vivian? Oh no, where did that thought come from! Nooo, don’t slap my Owner! I mean, unless you slap me, Owner’s butt… hee hee!~’

Henceforth, Jocelyn was no more. The chair that used to be her body remained as a lifeless object, and nobody heard from the creepy witch ever again.