2 Magic Marbles
Part 2 — Her Bauble(s)
My wife rode up and down on my cock, very slowly, very sensually enjoying the feeling of me pressed deeply into her belly while she smiled broadly, knowing. My wife was holding what looked just like two balls of silly putty in one of her hands while her other hand rested on my chest giving her balance while she moved her body over mine, eyes closed tight. She seemed to be trying to experience every feeling, like she was going to be leaving on a long trip and was afraid she might forget what it felt like. If I had only known what she had known I might have been paying better attention to the sensations also. She was not going on any long trips, but we soon would be trying to what it felt like.
As I came closer to my orgasm, I could see her losing the concentration she was trying so hard to marshal, and sure enough, when I came, she came with me and crashed down panting on my chest. After a short cooldown, she sat back up, still impaled on my morning wood. She lifted my left arm and took my hand in hers. Sparing no time for an explanation, she took my wedding band off my hand and started kneading it inside of one of the flesh colored balls. When she was done, and it was once again reasonably ball-shaped she set it down on the bed and did the same with her wedding band placing that ball next to mine. Then she pressed the two balls together, so they stuck to one another. She rolled off me spilling a little of our mixed juices on me, but she seemed entirely unconcerned. She finished her roll on her back and grabbed up the putty. Without any hesitation she took both of our rings, covered in the putty, and placed them into her wet pussy so that the two balls were now sharing space with a mixture of our fluids. My wife then laid back and closed her legs tight crossing her ankles.
“Umm... what are you doing… exactly?” I asked. She looked at me only momentarily to shhhh me. “I need to concentrate, something tells me that a little concentration and some sex magic and my gift to us might be permanent.” Then she just laid back into a rested position on her back while she pressed down on her stomach with both of her hands and squeezed her eyes in concentration. After a few bewildering minutes, she opened her eyes and relaxed her hands and body. “I think they are done.” When I saw the putty balls in the bathtub, something deep in my mind told me that if I incubated them inside of me, with both of our sexual powers that I could make the effect last longer, maybe even permanently. I can’t wait to try them!” My wife sat on the edge of the bed and pushed our balled-up rings out of her. The flesh colored balls where now more of a cobalt blue color and they seemed to pulsate and radiate as she held them out for me to see. She held one in her hand and squeezed it hard, I could hear a cracking crumbling sound. When she opened her hand, there was my ring in a pile of cobalt blue dust. As soon as the dust felt the air it started evaporating into nothing leaving just a clean golden wedding band behind. She repeated the process with the other ball in her other hand and was rewarded with her clean wedding ring. She held them both up and compared them then handed me the larger of the two rings. Instinctively I put it on my ring finger and felt its power pulsing for a short time as I felt it drawing a small amount of energy from me. I noticed she had also put on her ring but had now taken it back off.
“Ok now give me your ring,” my wife said as she handed me her ring “let’s put them on at the same time.” She added. We each placed our fingers into each other’s rings simultaneously. Her ring was way too small for me but as I pulled the ring on I noticed that the ring was growing to accommodate my finger, or my finger was shrinking. I looked up at my wife and almost ed out in shock. My wife was not sitting in front of me anymore…. I was… sitting in front of me...
“WOW,” my wife said in my voice from my body as she inspected her new form, “look at yourself!” I looked down to find another shock, I had breasts, and my cock was missing! It didn’t take long for it to dawn on me. I was now in my wife’s body! I got up to look in the mirror to . I found that I was fully accustomed to the body and already knew how to use it, another part of the magic I suppose.
“What the fuck! And you wanted this to be permanent?!?” I yelled, looking at my reflection in disgust.
“Honey don’t be silly! The effect on the rings is permanent, not the effect on your body, just take my ring off!” Something seemed weird about what she had said, I had expected to hear my voice coming from my wife in my body, I looked over to the bed and there was my wife again, entirely female, entirely herself, holding my wedding ring in her open hand. I looked back at the mirror again and pulled off the ring, slowly, and watched my body change right in front of my eyes. Pausing with the ring halfway off I felt a little taller, my breasts and hips had shrunk and my shoulders were growing. It also felt bizarre to have both a pussy and a cock. I moved the ring slightly on and off a couple of times, but soon realized it was making me VERY nauseous, so I took the ring off completely, finding myself looking back at me in the mirror.
“Wow…,” I said trailing off. My wife had ed me at the mirror and had her arms around me. She took her ring from me and slipped mine back onto my ring finger. I felt the familiar momentary drawing sensation as it pulled a little bit of energy from my body, and then everything was back to normal.
“Let’s go have breakfast and talk about what happened and what we can do with it. Just do me a favor and don’t play with your ring until I’ve explained everything.” We both got dressed in day clothes and headed downstairs.
Over breakfast she explained to me that she went into the bathtub intent on focusing only on what she wanted from the marble. She wanted a way for us to change bodies and/or change sex, individually. She did not want to swap bodies; she wanted us to be able to change forms. She imagined our wedding rings being the catalyst. My wife told me that she had focused on the rings being able to change our forms to each other’s looks, feelings, sexual urges, sex drive and experience. She made note that when she changed form she didn’t feel weird in her new form at all, and that she had found me sexy in her body. I told her that I had also felt normal in her body, but I apologized for being too distracted to have noticed her in my body. She told me that she had also focused all her will on our rings being able to change our sex. She said that if her bathtub concentration had worked, we would be able to take our own ring off, turn it three times, put it back on, and we would change into what we would look like if we had been born of the opposite sex. She ed me saying years ago that I had always wondered what I would have looked like if I had been born as a girl. I had always said that the only way to ever know what you look like to the opposite sex would be to see a precise, equivalent, opposite sex version of yourself, or swap bodies with someone of the opposite persuasion. She hoped that I would be happy with our rings new powers. When I asked her about the permanent “sex magic” she had been talking about she merely said that in the tub she had been praying that the effect on the rings would last forever, not just the 12 hours the store owner had mentioned. When she saw the putty in the tub she just instinctively knew that some freshly collected sex energies from us fucking would be powerful enough to compress the spell into something more permanent. She knew that incubating the putty/ring balls inside of her would also help.
My wife asked if we could spend the day as each other, apart, just to get a feel for the new bodies and I agreed. She suggested that it would be best for us to both stay home and that I should spend most of my time in the bedroom. Following her lead, I suggested that she spend most of her time in my body in my computer room. After finishing our breakfasts, we kissed each other “goodbye” and handed each other our rings. She smiled at me as we pressed each other’s rings to our fingers, I suddenly felt funny wearing men’s underwear and clothes that were way too large for my sexy female body. My wife, now in my body, looked a little more uncomfortable than I felt. I could see her looking down at her body and realizing just how stupid she looked as a man wearing an entirely too small sundress. Without any hesitation whatsoever she merely stripped out of the dress and handed it to me, bent down some, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and a surprisingly friendly pat on the ass and walked off smiling. I walked to the bathroom feeling strangely baggy, my shoes were too large, the underwear was bunching up on me and my pants were practically falling down. When I got into the bathroom I stripped down to my wife’s birthday suit, ired my body in the mirror for a moment, then put on the sundress. Its silky texture felt marvelous against my now stiffening nipples, and as the cloth settled, I could feel it lightly caressing my newly sensitive skin. It felt naughty to be wearing a dress with no bra and panties, though it felt completely normal to wear a dress; at least in this female form.