The Book of Spel. — The Ex-Girlfriend

"So, Justin, why have you come by today?"

"Well, Mike, it's like this — "

"Ahem."

"Sorry, I mean — Mrs. Pendragon."

"Better."

"Mike, I still can't believe you're Mrs. Pendragon."

"Well, believe it. God, it was so hot putting her on. Slipping my toes into hers. And now to know I'm stuck this way forever. Fuck. It still makes me wet."

"Geez."

"You wouldn't believe the feeling of your entire body being absorbed by the feminine. Your bones cracking and changing. Your hips widening. Tendrils penetrating your nipples and connecting your nerves to huge breasts. It was so good."

"I bet, but is Mr. Pendragon good to you?"

"You have no idea. He's a wonderful husband. And the sex is incredible."

"I guess it all worked out."

"Well, it beats working at the DMV. OMG, I'm glad I don't have to go back to that place."

"Ha. I bet."

"So what do you need?"

"I believe you are in possession of a book."

"I'm listening."

"Spel."

"Yes, I might have it."

"Might?"

"It makes its rounds around the girls, but my house has a safe, so it seemed best if I hold onto it. It's a powerful book."

"Honestly, it's crazy. Most of my friends in Village Green are total MILFs now. There are rumors it's because of the book. So when you say you might have it, I can only wonder if its magic can bring my girlfriend Michelle back to life."

"Your ex-girlfriend?"

"She wasn't my ex."

"Justin, I'm sorry to be so direct, but she cheated on you with Anthony. Then she went on that mountain trip with him and died in that skiing accident. She wasn't technically your girlfriend."

"Sigh. We were just going through a rough patch. I think it was the distance  when we went to different colleges. She made some mistakes, too — I think Anthony was one that cost her her life. If they hadn't met, she would have never gone on that trip. She deserves another chance. We deserve another chance."

"Playing with fate can become a dangerous morass."

"Please, Mike."

"Ahem."

"Please, Mrs. Pendragon!"

"Well, Justin. I think you are making a mistake. But okay. There's only one thing. You need a vessel."

"A vessel."

"Yes, you need someone to take the place of Michelle, and I recommend you pick well. The ethics of this are indeed questionable."

"But you took over Mrs. Pendragon."

"Now hold on. Mrs. Pendragon absorbed Mike, not the other way around. Mike ultimately was the vessel. Yes, she does remember his life, but she's taken over completely. That's why I correct you when you call me Mike. Mike's not here, but I invite his memory. I love having it woven with mine. Anyone would, trust me. And don't get me wrong — Mike is still inside of me and he loves remembering how my tits budded and grew and he loves it when my husband touches my aroused clit."

"Fuck."

"Ha! I agree. It's super hot. Now onto your problem. You will need something that Michelle owned."

"I have a medallion she used to wear."

"Perfect! The spell we are going to use is called Memento. I will cast it on the medallion and anyone who wears it will become Michelle."

"Wow."

"Are you certain you want to do this? After all Michelle put you through? After her cheating with Anthony? You need to be sure, Justin."

"I'm sure."

"Then good. You'll see! It's a lovely spell. It begins "sê rôf oðtêon ofmunan. . . " But I must warn you. Be careful with it. If the medallion is worn for more than a few days, the wearer could be in danger of cracking open a dimension to wherever Michelle's spirit roams. At which point, she could possess the wearer. It could even result in bodily changes."

"Bodily changes?"

"Imagine Michelle, but with larger breasts, extreme feminine traits, insatiable desire."

"That sounds nice. . . "

"Now imagine your friend Robert stuck that way."

"That doesn't sound so nice."

"I'm glad you think so, Justin. It will make things easier. And while the wearer may feel a little funny about becoming a woman, I can promise you they won't complain. Michelle was very beautiful."

"Yes. She was."

"Do you have anyone in mind who could wear it?"

"I might ask my friend Robert. That may seem strange, but I think he'd understand. It feels safer that way."

"And the only other thing I ask is that you let me check in on you for the next few weeks. I want to make certain you are using the magic correctly."

"That sounds great, Mrs. Pendragon."

"Well, it's settled then. Let me go get Spel."

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Two Weeks Later

"Hi, Mrs. Pendragon."

"Oh, sorry. The door was open downstairs. You must be Robert. Is Justin around?"

"Justin is here."

"Oh good. Can I talk to him?"

"Absolutely."

"Thanks, Robert."

"Why are you calling me Robert? I'm Michelle."

"Robert, have you been wearing that necklace for a long time?"

"Only a week and a half."

"God."

"It feels nice. I like having my old necklace back."

"But you need to take it off at once, Robert! I need to run back and find Spel and do something about this!"

"Why do you keep calling me Robert? Robert is in Aspen"

"What?!"

"Justin called him when he got home from your house two weeks ago. It turned out Robert was going on a ski trip with his family."

"Then who are you?

"I'm Michelle."

"Okay — Michelle, I need to talk to Justin right this minute."

"Ok, that's fine. But if you don't mind, please don't take too long, he's helping me get ready."

"Ready for what?"

"For Anthony. Justin has been sooo helpful the last few days."

"What do you mean?"

"It was so faint starting out. He seemed reluctant when my breasts sprouted from his chest."

"Holy shit! Justin?! You didn't — "

"I had always been so small in the chest. Thankfully, Justin didn't want to say goodbye and in four days I had the strength to begin borrowing his energy."

"Borrow?"

"Yes, I took his cock. And grew these. And my hips spread so nicely. Look at this gap. My thighs were never quite as wide. I feel so alive."

"Michelle — borrowing implies you will return what you've taken. And besides, none of this was the plan. You have to take the necklace off, now!"

"Justin doesn't want me to take the necklace off."

"Why?"

"Because he likes how Anthony touches us."

"Oh my god."

"I told him he would. He just needed to give Anthony a chance. At first he protested. He called Anthony a cheater. But I knew Anthony would convince him if I forced the issue. So I did. I let him watch, I let him experience. I introduced him to Anthony and I let Anthony introduce him to pleasure. Soon his complaints turned into understanding."

"Justin! You didn't put the necklace did you?"

"It only took a few minutes for me to cede my throat to Justin's moans. I liked the way Justin was calling out inside of me. I wanted Anthony to hear what passion borne of pure shock and awe sounded like. God, the way Justin moaned. . . it makes me so wet."

"But this isn't what Justin had in mind."

"I might disagree."

"What grounds do you have for disagreeing?"

"The way Justin sucks Anthony's cock."

"What!?!"

"You should see him. I never liked giving head, but it's hard to say no when Justin is so eager. I allow him. It keeps him agreeable. It lets me keep him. I stand back and let him go. He loves Anthony's cock. I knew he would. He treats it with such eagerness. Such exactness. He remembers having a cock, so he knows how to use my tongue and lips to please one. Honestly, I've never been so good in bed until Justin joined me. And Anthony has never been so happy, which is all I care about. I know Justin agrees with me now."

"Look. All of this may be true, but I think I need to give Justin a chance to make a rational decision."

"He says he's using cold logic already. Just look at my ears."

"What about them?"

"He insisted I get three more piercings. And my nails, do you think these were my idea? No — Justin picked them. He picked them for Anthony."

"This is total insanity. Both of you are crazy. Blowjobs, earrings and manicures are fine, but we all need to take a short breather before anything permanent happens."

"A breather?"

"A break."

"Oh. I tried that. I asked Anthony to go slow. But Justin wasn't having it. I mean — I'm more than fair. I stepped aside and let Justin do all of the driving. After all of his past issues with Anthony, Justin was so sure and casual about him pushing deep."

"It doesn't matter. I'm getting the book."

"That's fine. Anthony will be here any minute. You live all the way across town, Mrs. Pendragon. Justin says he can handle this before you return."

"Handle this? I don't understand."

"He says you will."

Thirty Minutes Later

Oh, Michelle. Do you feel it? Shooting so hot and deep inside of us? Yes, this is so fucking good. Fill us up good, Anthony. Quickly. I want every pump of it, right in my womb.

Oh! Do you see? The medallion. It's disappearing. Fuck —

Thank you so much for letting me do the work, Michelle. I wanted it. I've wanted it since he touched our clit through your panties.

Stay inside of us Anthony. Mrs. Pendragon will be here any minute. I want her to walk in on us and see what we've done.

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Thank you for reading and have a wonderful weekend!