“Um, Elena?” “Yes?” I asked from beneath the pillow. “Do you feel… different?” “I’ve never felt anything quite like that.” I laughed. “That’s not what I mean. I’m going to take the pillow off your face, and I need you to promise me you Bhabhi won’t freak out.” Yavara’s voice was on edge. Had I bled on her? Did I piss myself? Surely it couldn’t be that bad, for I- Yavara removed the pillow from my face, and I screamed. My pale skin was now as bronze as hers, and standing between my legs, was a penis. I gaped devar at it. It was in place of my clitoris, throbbing and thick, a slightly darker hue than my newly-darkened flesh. “What did you do to me?!” Yavara gazed at my new body in wonder. “I don’t know. I didn’t know I could do that!” “Fix me!” “I’ll get Zander and Prestira up here! They’ll know what to do!” Zander and Prestira burst through the door, then stopped dead in Fucking their tracks. Prestira gasped and put a hand over her mouth, while Zander simply studied my body as if I was a specimen of his. “Well Yavara, I guess we found out what that mystery power of yours is.” Zander said. “Is this a spell?” I asked, trying to keep myself from having a panic attack. “I don’t think so, Dear.” Prestira said as she wandered over to me, her eyes lingering on my cock, “I can detect when someone is under the influence of magic, and I don’t see any in you.” “Get me the powder!” I shouted at the witch. Prestira tossed me my satchel. I took a pinch of powder and put it in my mouth. I swallowed and looked for the tell-tale neon green to voice surface from my real skin. It did not. “Is this permanent?!” I asked frantically. “I’ll need a sample of your blood.” Zander said. “There’s some down here.” Yavara gestured to the bedding between my legs, her eyes seemingly magnetized to my new member. It had since deflated, and now laid flaccidly on my pelvis, pointing directly at my face. I dared not touch it, despite the morbid curiosity that compelled me. Zander took a vial from his robe and extracted the blood of my chastity. Then Sara redirected the conversation. The room was odd, consisting of two sections. She looked up at me “No it is not right. I shuddered, my hands rubbing at his muscular stomach while I watched Carsina bob her mouth faster and faster on my brother's dick. Mostly due we devar didn't want when Vestus was actually enslaved known by the remaining unenslaved goddesses. I wondered about this choice of attire but Cynthia moved to the leather recliner and demurely sat down on it. “You don’t usually let Fucking me drink.” Can Bhabhi we stop by voice a dispensary? With a baby inside real you? But I hated Mom for what she made me do.