Two Can Play At That Game

By M.Dana.Davidson

Published on Dec 12, 2024

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Colin slumped on the couch, his eyes red and puffy, staring blankly at the TV. The apartment, usually buzzing with his laughter and the latest sports game, was eerily quiet. His shoulders rose and fell with each deep sigh, a rhythm that had become the soundtrack to my evenings.

Colin has been my best friend since grade school. We've been through everything together, seen each other at our best and worst, and know each other's deepest secrets. Colin had been going out with his girlfriend for over a year and it looked like things were getting serious until she abruptly dumped him.

"Come on, man," I said, slapping him on the back. "You can't just mope around here forever. Let's go grab a drink, blow off some steam."

Colin looked up, his gaze unfocused. "What's the point? She's not coming back."

I knew he needed a change of scenery, something to take his mind off his ex. I had an ace up my sleeve, a secret I hadn't shared with anyone, not even him. "Look, I've got an idea," I began, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Remember my grandma's old spellbook? I found a little something that might make tonight interesting."

Colin perked up slightly, curiosity battling with his despair. "What are you talking about?"

I held up my hand, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. "Hear me out. I can turn into a woman for one night, and we can hit the bars together. It'll be like you're trying to impress a new girl. A fresh start, no baggage."

Colin stared at me, his eyes widening. "You can do what?"

"Yeah," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "It's a spell my grandma taught me. She was quite the character."

Colin sat up, his interest piqued. "So, what, you'll look like me in a wig or something?"

"Nah, it's not that," I assured him. "It's a full transformation. I'll look, talk, and even smell like a woman for the night."

Colin looked at me skeptically, his brow furrowed. "And how do I know you're not just messing with me?"

"You'll see," I said, patting his shoulder before heading to my room. The door clicked shut behind me, and I took a deep breath. I pulled out the dusty spellbook from the back of my closet, the leather cover feeling cool against my fingertips. I had practiced the transformation spell a few times in private, but never in front of anyone. The words of the incantation rolled off my tongue, a mix of ancient language and modern pronunciation that only I could understand.

With a flash of light, I felt my body shift and contort, the muscles and bones rearranging themselves into a new form. My clothes fell away, replaced by a sleek, tight dress that magically appeared. Looking in the mirror, I saw a stunning blonde girl staring back at me, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. I turned to examine the full effect. The curves, the delicate skin, the way my hair cascaded down my back--it was uncanny.

I took a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of wearing high heels, teetering slightly before getting the hang of it. With a wink at my reflection, I opened the door and sashayed back into the living room.

Colin's jaw dropped. He stared at me--no, her--with astonishment. "Holy... wow," he managed to get out.

The girl in the mirror--me, in a blonde wig and a little black dress--spun around. "Well, what do you think?" I giggled, batting my eyelashes playfully.

Colin's mouth was still agape. "It's... it's like looking at a completely different person," he said, his voice a mix of amazement and skepticism.

I leaned in, a knowing smile playing on my new, glossy lips. "So, what do you say? Shall we hit the town, or do you want me to turn back?"

Colin took a moment, his eyes scanning me up and down, trying to find some sign of his roommate under the illusion. "Okay, okay," he finally said, his voice a little shaky. "But if anyone finds out, I'll never live it down."

"Oh really?" I say, "You're the one who will never live it down?" I wink at him, tossing my hair over my shoulder.

We decide to go to one of Colin's favorite bars, a place with a friendly crowd, good music, and cheap drinks. It's the kind of place where everyone knows his name and the bartender always has a joke ready. The neon lights outside the bar cast a warm glow, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses spilled onto the sidewalk, beckoning us in. As we walk, the cobblestone streets seem to shiver with anticipation beneath our feet.

When we enter, the atmosphere is electric. People are packed in, chatting and flirting, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume. Colin's eyes dart around nervously, and I can see his thoughts racing. I, on the other hand, feel surprisingly at ease, enjoying the way the fabric of the dress brushes against my new curves.

We squeeze through the crowd to the bar, the music pulsing through my body in a way it never had before. The bartender, a burly man with a handlebar mustache, raises an eyebrow but says nothing as I order two whiskey sours. He slides the drinks over, his gaze lingering a beat too long on me, and Colin's eyes widen in horror.

"What's wrong?" I ask, sipping my drink delicately.

Colin's gaze snaps to me, his eyes wide with alarm. "It's... it's nothing," he stammers, his voice tight.

But I can feel the tension in the air, like a sudden drop in temperature before a storm. I turn around casually, my new body moving with a fluid grace that feels almost natural. And there she is--Denise, Colin's ex, standing by the jukebox with another guy. She's laughing, her hand resting on his chest, and I can see the color drain from Colin's face as if he's just been punched.

"Let's go," he says, his voice strained.

"Hold on," I reply, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "You can't just run away every time you see her."

Colin's eyes dart back to Denise, and sure enough, she's watching us, a smug smile playing on her lips as she leans into the guy next to her, stroking his chest with a possessive air. It's clear she's putting on a show.

With a wicked smile, I straddled Colin's lap, the high heels of my new form clicking on the bar's floor. I whispered in his ear, "She's trying to get to you. Well, two can play at that game." His body tensed under me, and I could feel the heat of his anger mixing with the warmth of his embarrassment. But I was on a mission now.

Denise's eyes narrowed as she watched us from across the room, and without missing a beat, she leaned in and began kissing her new fling. It was a show, a performance for Colin's benefit, and I could see the pain etched on his face. I took a deep breath, and as I did, I felt a strange kind of power surge through me--a fiery determination to not let her win tonight.

So, I leaned in and kissed Colin. It was awkward at first, our movements stiff and forced. The taste of whiskey lingered on his lips, and the feel of his stubble against my cheek was an odd sensation. We broke apart, both of us looking slightly horrified at what we'd just done. But then, something shifted. Colin's eyes searched mine, and I saw a spark of life in them that hadn't been there in days. He leaned back in, and this time, the kiss was less for show and more for the thrill of the moment.

When we pulled away, Colin's cheeks flushed a deep red. "Okay, okay," I murmured. I looked to the jukebox and it was clear Denise and her friend left. I jumped off Colin's lap. "Let's not get carried away. But round one goes to you!" I raised my drink to toast his victory. Colin raised his glass and he started smiling.

We settled into a comfortable rhythm, sipping our drinks and watching the crowd. Colin's shoulders loosened, his laughter echoing in the bar, and the sadness that had clung to him like a fog began to dissipate. We had two more rounds, sharing stories and jokes, and I even let Colin pull me onto the dance floor that had the nearby patrons smiling. The whiskey sours tasted sweet on my new lips, and the buzz was a pleasant sensation, a gentle warmth spreading through me.

As the night grew late, we decided to leave the bar, our spirits lifted. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the stuffy warmth of the bar, and it felt invigorating. We stumbled slightly in our drunkenness, our arms around each other's waists as we navigated the cobblestone streets back to our apartment. The moon cast a soft glow over the city, painting the buildings in shades of silver and blue. The sound of our laughter bounced off the walls, echoing through the quiet streets.

When we finally reached the apartment, Colin's hand lingered on my waist a moment too long. His eyes searched mine with a hunger that was unmistakable. I could feel his breath on my neck, and his voice was low, almost a growl. "I can't believe we did that."

"Colin," I said firmly, placing my hand on his chest to keep him at bay. "Remember, I'm still your roommate."

Colin nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor. "I know, I know," he murmured. "It's just... I've never seen you like this before."

I stepped away from him, smoothing down the dress. "Well, it's just for one night," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, I think it's time for me to turn back."

But before I could even begin the reversal spell, Colin's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out with a sigh, expecting another sad meme from one of his pitying friends, but his face fell when he saw the notification.

Denise's name gleamed from the screen, taunting him. With trembling hands, he opened the message. My heart sank as I watched his face contort with a mix of anger and despair. "What is it?" I asked, already knowing the answer .

Colin held out the phone, showing me the picture. It was a close-up of Denise's lips wrapped around her new boyfriend's cock, her eyes looking directly into the camera with a smug expression. "It's from her," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look what she's doing."

I took the phone from his shaking hand, feeling a surge of anger on his behalf. The image was crude and deliberately provocative, a clear attempt to twist the knife. But instead of letting it ruin the night, I took a deep breath and handed it back to him. "Don't give her the satisfaction," I thought for a moment. This was over the top from Denise and I didn't want to let her win. "Come on, I have an idea," I suggested gently, guiding him to the couch.

With a wink, I leaned in and whispered, "Why don't we give her a taste of her own medicine?"

Colin looked up at me, hope flickering in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

I smirked, feeling the power of the situation shift into my favor. "I mean," I began, placing my hand on his knee and sliding it up to his crotch, "you're feeling down, and she's trying to rub it in, right? So let's give her a little surprise. Let me... take care of you for a bit, and then you can send her some photos she'll never forget."

Colin's eyes went wide, and for a moment, I thought he'd protest. But then, a smoldering fire ignited in his gaze, and he nodded slowly. "Alright," he murmured, "that sounds good."

With a seductive smile, I began to peel off my dress, revealing the black lacy lingerie beneath. Colin watched with rapt attention as I slid the garment over my shoulders, the fabric whispering down my body to pool at my feet. I stepped out of it, standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties, feeling a strange thrill at his admiration. His eyes traveled over my new form, taking in every inch of me, and I felt a surge of power.

Colin stood, his movements unsteady from the alcohol, and began to strip down as well. His clothes fell to the floor in a heap, and when he was naked, I couldn't help but stare. He was bigger than I had ever imagined, and my heart pounded in my chest. I knelt down between his legs, my knees pressing into the soft carpet. The warmth from his body radiated outward, and I could feel the heat of his arousal as I reached out to touch him.

My hands trembled slightly as I wrapped them around his shaft, the smooth skin feeling foreign and exciting against my palms. He groaned, his eyes closing as I began to stroke him gently. The whiskey had lowered my inhibitions, and I found myself eagerly leaning in to take him in my mouth. The taste was salty and musky, and I found myself enjoying it more than I ever thought I would. The way he reacted to my touch was intoxicating, and I felt a new kind of power as I brought him pleasure.

But as we lost ourselves in the moment, I had to remind myself of the ultimate goal--getting back at Denise. I pulled back, my hand still wrapped around him. "Colin," I whispered, my voice low and sultry. "Remember the pictures."

He nodded, his breathing ragged, and fumbled for his phone. With trembling hands, he snapped a few shots of me kneeling before him, my lips wrapped around his hard length. He moaned as I took him in deeper, and I could see the excitement in his eyes as he hit send.

For a moment, we froze, the weight of what we'd just done hanging in the air. Then, with a wicked smile, I pulled away, licking my lips. "I hope she gets the message loud and clear," I murmured, and Colin nodded, his eyes dark with desire.

But the whiskey was singing in my veins, whispering sweet nothings that made me feel bold, invincible. So, instead of stopping as we had planned, I took him in deeper, savoring the taste and feel of him. His hands tangled in my hair, urging me on, and the noises he made were music to my ears. The spell had given me an insatiable hunger for this new experience, and I found myself craving more of it.

Colin's phone buzzed again, and he looked down, breaking the spell. His hand stilled in my hair, and he swiped to unlock the screen. The glow from the phone cast shadows on his face as he stared at the new message. Then, without a word, he handed it to me. The image was explicit, crude--Denise's pussy with her new boyfriend's cock buried deep inside her. My stomach twisted with a mix of anger and something else, something darker. I knew what it was immediately. Jealousy.

With a snarl, I stood up, letting my bra and panties fall to the floor. "We're not going to let her win," I declared, my voice filled with newfound determination. "Let's send her some shots of my pussy with a real man's cock inside."

Colin looked at me with a mix of shock and arousal, his hand still hovering over his own erection. But the anger in my voice was like a spark to dry tinder, and he caught fire. He sprang to his feet, his movements surprisingly agile for how drunk we both were, and crushed his lips to mine. The kiss was a declaration of war, a fiery battle for dominance, and I met him with equal fervor. Our tongues danced, tasting each other's desire, and I felt his hands roam over my body, exploring the curves and valleys that had been so recently uncovered.

With a grunt, he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as if we had done this a hundred times before. He maneuvered me to the couch, the fabric soft against my bare skin. He knelt down, pulling my ass to the edge so that his cock was lined up with my entrance. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with lust and the scent of our excitement. I felt the tip of him pressing against my folds, and the ache between my legs grew into a demanding throb.

Before I could even process the thought, Colin pushed into me, and the feeling was beyond intense. It was a sensation that resonated through every cell in my transformed body, an overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain that was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I cried out, not in protest, but in the sheer intensity of it all.

Colin's instincts had taken over, his need to claim and conquer evident in every powerful thrust. His grip on my hips was bruising, but I didn't care. I reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated, of being used and owned. The couch creaked beneath us, a testament to the ferocity of his movements. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of anger and desire that sent shivers down my spine.

And then, the realization hit me like a cold shower. "Colin, stop," I gasped, my hands pushing against his chest. "I'm not... I'm not on anything."

His eyes glazed with lust, he paused for a moment, the desire clear in his gaze. "What do you mean?"

"I can't... you can't... cum inside me," I managed to say between gasps.

Colin's eyes cleared slightly, the haze of desire driving his actions. "I can't stop now. I need this." His voice was guttural, a raw expression of his primal urges. He leaned back in, his cock still lodged inside me, and whispered, "Let me do this."

For a moment, I was torn. The idea of letting him fill me with his cum was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. It was as if the transformation had unlocked something within me, a wild, untamed side that craved the kind of possession that could only come from such an intimate act. But the rational part of my mind, the part that knew the consequences of such an action, won out. "No, Colin," I panted, pushing him away with surprising strength. "We can't."

But Colin was lost to his desire, the pain of his breakup and the whiskey clouding his judgment. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his eyes burning with a fierce need. "You don't understand," he growled. "I need this. I need to feel alive again."

And with that, he thrust into me again, harder than before. The pressure was almost unbearable, but the pleasure was mounting, a tsunami of sensation that I couldn't fight. My body responded, arching up to meet him, my legs tightening around his waist. Despite my earlier protest, I found myself getting wetter, my pussy clenching around his thick cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and before I could even process what was happening, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within me.

Colin's grip on my wrists tightened, and he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Cum for me," he murmured, his voice a dark command. And I did. The world around me faded into a blur of color as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body convulsing with the force of it. I screamed his name, my voice hoarse and desperate. The feeling of his cock inside me was like nothing I had ever experienced, and as I came down from the peak, I knew that I had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

But even as the last tremors of my orgasm faded away, Colin's rhythm didn't slow. If anything, it grew more frantic, his thrusts more urgent. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of concentration, and I knew he was close. Too close. "Colin," I whispered, the words barely audible. "Please... don't..."

But it was too late. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the apartment, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside me. The sensation was indescribable--hot, wet, and overwhelming. My body, already sensitive from the climax, was bombarded with a new wave of pleasure that was almost too much to bear. I felt his cum fill me up, a strange warmth that spread through my core, and even though I knew the risk, I couldn't help but revel in the feeling.

For a moment, we lay there, our chests heaving, the room spinning with the aftermath of our passion. And then, with a suddenness that took me by surprise, Colin grabbed his phone. His thumb danced over the screen, and the camera light flickered to life. He positioned it between us, capturing the scene in vivid detail--his cock, still hard and gleaming with our combined juices, slipping out of my well-fucked pussy. The head of his dick looked massive, and the sight of my cum-drenched folds closing around his shaft was something I never thought I'd see, let alone experience.

As he withdrew, a thick rope of cum followed, sliding down my thigh and pooling on the couch. He groaned, his eyes still hazy with pleasure, and then he leaned in to whisper, "Look at that, babe."

Colin hit send, the image of my ravished body and his triumphant cock disappearing into the digital void. I watched, a mix of shock and exhilaration coursing through me. This was not the night I had planned, but the power of the moment was undeniable.

He helped me off the couch, his grip firm but gentle, and led me down the hallway. My legs felt like jelly, the aftermath of our encounter making each step feel like a victory. I expected him to stop at my door, but he continued to his own, pulling me inside without a word. His room was a mess, clothes scattered across the floor, a testament to his recent heartache. But the bed, at least, was inviting, the sheets rumpled but clean.

Colin's movements were swift and efficient, stripping the bed of its coverings with a decisiveness that was surprisingly hot. He tossed me onto the mattress with a grin, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're staying with me tonight," he said, his voice a mix of command and request.

I didn't argue. The thrill of the evening had left me breathless, my body singing with new sensations. He lay down beside me, his warmth enveloping me as he began to kiss my neck, his teeth grazing my skin gently. I felt a shiver run down my spine, my nipples tightening as his hands roamed over my body. The arousal that had been sated just moments ago began to stir again, a delicious warmth pooling between my legs.

Colin's touch was gentle, almost tender, as he traced the curves of my hips and the swell of my breasts. His cock, which had only just moments before been buried inside me, was already beginning to harden again. The sight was fascinating--almost terrifying in its power and need. "I don't want to stop," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "But I don't want to hurt you."

I knew what he meant. The idea of his cum filling me up was risky, but the look in his eyes was one of pure, unfiltered lust. I felt a thrill at the thought of pushing him to his limits, of being the one to give him the release he so desperately needed. "It's okay," I whispered, my own desires warring with my better judgment. "I want you to keep going."

The second time he fucked me, it was slower, more deliberate. He took his time, savoring every inch of my transformed body as if he couldn't get enough. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the hunger in them, a hunger that went beyond the physical. It was as if he was trying to claim a piece of me, to erase the pain of his breakup through this intimate act. I didn't mind. In fact, I craved it.

His cock slid into me with ease, the earlier resistance gone. It was as if my body had been made for this, molded to fit him perfectly. Each stroke was a declaration of power, a silent promise that he could have me whenever he wanted. And as much as I knew I should be scared, I found myself arching up to meet him, my hips rising to match his rhythm.

Colin's eyes searched mine, the hunger in them unmistakable. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, words that sent shivers down my spine. His hands were everywhere, caressing my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, as if he couldn't get enough of the feeling of my skin. And with each touch, the ache between my legs grew, my pussy swelling with the need to be filled again.

He didn't give me much time to think before he was back inside me, his cock sliding into my wet heat with ease. This time, his movements were slower, more deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment. His breath was hot against my neck as he whispered, "You're mine now." The words sent a thrill through me, a mix of fear and excitement that made my heart race.

As he fucked me, I felt his cum spurt inside me again, not as forcefully as before, but still filling me up with his warmth. His teeth grazed my skin, and I gasped at the sensation. It was as if he was marking me, claiming me as his own. The heady mix of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, and I found myself moaning his name, my body responding to his every touch.

When he finally pulled out, we both lay there, panting and spent. I looked down at the mess we'd made on the bed, my thighs sticky with our combined juices. The room spun around me, the whiskey and the intensity of our encounter making my head swim. Colin rolled over to me, pulling me into his arms, his cum leaking out of me onto the bed.

I didn't protest, too exhausted to move. His embrace was warm and comforting, and as we lay there, our bodies tangled together, I felt something shift between us. It was more than just physical closeness--it was a bond that had formed in the heat of passion and spite. His heartbeat was a steady rhythm against my chest, and his breathing grew even, lulling me into a sense of peace.

The next morning, I awoke to the harsh light of day streaming through the window, my head pounding from the whiskey and the events of the night before. I sat up with a start, the unfamiliar weight of breasts and the softness of my stomach reminding me of the transformation. My smile grew as I looked down at the mess we'd made, the sheets a tangled mess of cum and sweat.

I realized that I had to change back to my male form at some point. I crept out of bed and walked to my room, pulling out the ancient spellbook from its hiding place. I flipped through the pages, searching for the incantation that would reverse the spell. But when I reached the page that had contained the transformation spell the night before, it was gone--like it had never existed.

As I sat on the edge of my bed I saw Colin was up and I decided I it's not so bad if I stay a woman for a little longer. The sun was shining through the curtains, casting a warm glow over my bare skin, and I felt a strange comfort in the softness of my new body. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. Getting fucked unlocked something in me and I'm ready to see what this new chapter will bring.

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