Messing with Magic chapter 5 (Patreon)

Messing with Magic - Chapter 5


I woke up the following morning feeling hopeful that today would be easier to navigate now that I had reached an agreement with Violet. She had told me and Frankie that she would stop using her magic to mess with us.

Frankie, Violet, and I were sitting around the table eating breakfast in the kitchen. I was still a little weary after all the weird things that had happened in the last couple of days, I wasn’t sure I could actually trust Violet after everything she had done so far.

“What’s wrong, John? You look a little on edge.” It was Violet that spoke.

“Can you blame me?” I replied, a little annoyed.

“Oh come on, babe. Violet said she would stop using her magic on us didn’t she? So just relax and enjoy the rest of your stay.” Frankie chimed in.

“Actually, while you’re both here, I was wondering if I could ask you two a small favor?” Violet said.

“Sure Aunt Vi, what is it you need?” Frankie replied.

“Well there are some old things in my store room that need moving to the basement. Just dusty old boxes and whatnot, but they’re a little heavy for me to carry down there myself.”

“No problem. John and I will take care of it.” Frankie replied before I even had the chance to object.”

“Oh good. Thank you both so much. I have some errands to run, so I’ll unlock the basement and leave you both to it.”

And that's how we ended up carting boxes of stuff down to the basement for the day. The storeroom was nothing special, just a small broom closet sized room lined with shelves filled with useless old items.

Frankie and I made our way down to the basement, loaded up with stuff from the storeroom. This would be the first trip of many.

The basement itself was well kept and mostly clean, with old shelves and weird looking furniture dotted around. We dumped all the boxes we had carried down onto a clear spot on the floor, Frankie was a little out of breath after just the first trip.

“Whew! Guess Aunt Vi has a lot of crap lying around. Why don’t you back up to the storeroom and grab some more stuff while I try and find a place to put this first load.”

“Yeah, good idea. Have fun.” I said as I headed back up to the storeroom. I spent a couple of minutes upstairs in the spare room, piling as many things up as I could in order to reduce the number of trips.

By the time I got back down to the basement, I saw Frankie poring over something on one of the shelves.

“Hey John, what do you think is in here?” She said as I stumbled into the room and unloaded the stuff I had brought down with me.

“What is it?” I asked, stepping alongside her to see what she was looking at. It was a small black box with a hinged lid. The only thing that stood out was a small handwritten note that said ‘Not For Girls’.

“Not for girls. What do you think is in there?” I asked, joining in Frankies inspection.

“No idea, I just tried to open it to see what it was, but it didn’t budge. It’s like it’s locked tight, but I can’t see any lock at all.” Frankie said, picking up the box and demonstrating what she meant.

She was right, I watched as she pulled hard on the lid of the box, but it didn’t give at all.

“Maybe cause it says it's not for girls?” I wondered aloud as Frankie failed to open the box. “Either way, we should probably leave it alone. We only just reached a truce with your aunt and her magic.”

“Yeah I know, I wasn’t gonna do anything. I just wanted to know what was inside that’s all.”

“Okay let me see it.” I said, reaching my hand out to take the box.

I took a few seconds to look at the lid and see if there was anything Frankie had missed, but she was right. There was no lock at all in sight.

I grabbed onto the small lid and gave a small pull. To my surprise, the box opened right away. There was only one thing inside, a small pink chastity cage.

“What is it?” Frankie asked.

“Ha. I guess now I see why it said not for girls.” I replied, lifting up the chastity cage to show Frankie … this turned out to be a mistake.

As soon as I lifted up the cage, it began to emit a strange glow.

“Oh shit!” I said, dropping it back into the box, before I could close the lid again. However, the cage just flew out of the box and shot quickly towards me.

“What the fuck?!” I yelled, stepping back and dropping the box, swatting at the floating cage as it flew towards my crotch. “Frankie! Do something.”

Before Frankie could react, the cage had made its way past the waistband of my pants and I could now feel it moving around inside my underwear. Frankie ran over to me and yanked down the front of my pants.

“Hang on, John let me see!” She said, pulling my underwear out of the way to get a better look, but she was too late.

By the time she got access to my crotch, the cage was firmly wrapped around my cock, trapping it in its hardened pink shell.

“Shit. Get this thing off me.” I said, grabbing onto the cage and twisting and pulling, hoping to remove it, but the cage didn’t budge at all. It just remained firmly attached to my cock and balls.

“I think it’s stuck.” Frankie said, stating the obvious.

“Yeah no shit Frankie, how do we get it unstuck?” I replied.

Frankie picked up the box we had taken it from, but it was completely empty, there was no key to speak of, and no clues as to what it was.

“I have no idea. I’m sure Aunt Vi will be able to take it off though, just don’t freak out. It will be fine.” Frankie said as I was still bent over trying to examine the cage for any way to remove it.

I hoped Frankie was right, but it was hard not to freak out when a magical chastity cage had attached itself to your cock.

“Besides, it's Not like you're gonna need your dick today, not after yesterday's fun, haha.” Frankie added.

“Well I'm glad you're laughing about it!”

“Hey, I'm the one that got turned into a sex crazed bimbo. You spent the day getting your rocks off, I'm sure you can manage in the cage until Aunt Vi gets home. Let's just finish up here.”

“Ugh! Fine.” I replied, pulling my pants back up and hiding my newly caged cock from view.

Frankie and I worked away for a while longer, I made a few more trips up and down the stairs to cart the stuff down while Frankie made space for, and put them away.

I couldn’t get used to the feeling of my cock being in the cage, it felt like I was constantly tingling down there as I worked, but never having worn one before, I had no idea if this was normal or not.

My attention quickly snapped towards Frankie as I heard the sound of glass smashing.

“Shit! I just broke something.” She said, looking down at her feet.

What she had broken turned out to be a glass vial of some sort, but what was more interesting was whatever was in it. It looked like an extremely viscous black liquid, and … it appeared to be moving!

“What the hell is that?” I asked as we both stared at the liquid as it seemed to undulate strangely on the floor.

“I have no idea, but I think it might be alive.” Frankie said, reaching out to poke the liquid with her foot. This turned out to be a mistake.

As Frankie prodded the liquid with the toe of her sneakers, it seemed to latch on and cling to her foot as she brought it back.

“Frankie! I don’t think you should have touched it.” I said, watching as the black liquid slowly spread across her foot until it was completely covered in the shining black liquid.

“Oh fuck. What the hell is it doing?” She said as the liquid seemed to be spreading further up her leg. We could do nothing but watch as the weird black goo spread all the way up her first leg, before making its way down to completely envelop the other.

“Frankie, it kinda looks like you’re wearing latex pants.” I said as I observed her lower half, whatever clothes she had on underneath were no longer visible, the liquid seemed to have absorbed her own pants completely and was wrapped around her legs like a second skin. Unfortunately , the liquid outfit didn’t stop with her legs. Instead, the living latex-like liquid continued upwards above the waist and made a start on covering her upper half, slowly spreading until all of Frankies torso was matching her legs, spreading down her arms.

“It feels, kinda weird.” She said as we both watched the liquid encompass her arms. I wanted to step in and help but didn’t want to risk getting any of it on me.

Eventually, the liquid seemed to have finished its work, leaving Frankie covered from neck to toe in what looked like a skin-tight, latex catsuit.

“I think it stopped.” Frankie said as she examined herself.

“Damn. That looks kinda hot.” I said, and I wasn’t lying. The liquid suit was clinging to her every curve, seeming to make her breasts stand out as it held them up, the shape of her nipples was clearly visible, along with the outline of her pussy.

“I feel hot. But I can’t think of a way to get it off.” She said, rubbing her latex covered fingers along different parts of her body. “It’s like I’m naked, but fully covered at the same time.”

The cage on my dick was starting to feel tighter as I admired Frankies new covering.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to wait until your Aunt gets home and get her to take it off. Hopefully she won’t be too pissed.”

“C’mon. Let’s just finish up here before she gets back.” I said, trying to snap Frankie out of examining herself.

I struggled to keep my eyes off her as she picked up and put away the various things we had brought down. The liquid-like suit highlighted the shape of her ass perfectly as it hugged each cheek individually.

We had finally finished the job in the basement and headed back upstairs, just in time to hear Violet’s car pulling up outside.

“Great, sounds like Violet's back. Let’s hope she can help.” I said.

Frankie and I waited around in the hallway for Violet to enter, as soon as she stepped into the house she was stopped short by the sight of Frankie in the outfit.

“Hey you two, how did you get on with the-...Frankie! What the hell happened?!” She said in shock.

“Hey Aunt Vi. We kinda had an accident with something in the basement. It was in a glass bottle thing and I knocked it over by accident and it just kinda … did this.” Frankie explained, gesturing down at her shining black catsuit.

“I can see that!” Violet replied with a slightly annoyed tone.

“We swear it was an accident.” I added quickly.

“Hmm, well accident or not, it’s not going to be easy to get that thing off you.”

“What do you mean? Can’t you just … magic it away or something?” I said.

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple, John. That substance kind of has a mind of its own, it feeds off a … certain kind of energy. It will release itself once it has had its fill. But there’s no telling how long that could take.”

“Wait, so I'm stuck in this suit?! Can I at least cover it up with something?”

“Not really, it kind of just absorbs any other clothing that gets in the way. There's a reason it was locked in that bottle you know. Not one of my finest creations I'll admit. Turns out imbuing random objects with magical properties isn’t the best idea. Ah well.” Violet explained, shrugging her shoulders as though all this was perfectly normal.

“Wait, you said it feeds off a certain kind of energy … What energy?” I asked.

“Sexual energy, arousal, anything ‘titillating’ in some way.” Of course it was, I was beginning to think Violet was just a pervert who discovered magical ways to fulfill her own sexual fantasies. “Let me tell you, the last time that suit got on me, I was stuck in it for almost a week! But I was all alone at the time, you should be okay Frankie, you have your boyfriend with you.”

“So we just need to have sex to satisfy the suit, and then it will leave me alone?” Frankie asked.

“Something like that, yes. The suit just needs to satisfy its need for sexual activity in some way and it will revert back to its dormant state. So once again, John here might be getting a little more action than he thought.” Violet added with a crooked smile in my direction.

“Um, actually, about that. There’s something else we need your help with.” I said, a little sheepishly.

“Really, please tell me you didn’t break anything else” Violet said, that annoyance creeping back into her voice.

“No, no. We didn’t break anything, but there was this box on one of the shelves that said ‘not for girls’ and when I-”

“Please tell me you didn’t touch it?” Violet interrupted me.

“Well, yeah. I didn’t realise what would happen when I touched it and then it glowed and now it’s … Well it’s kind of stuck … on me.”

There were a few moments of silence before Violet said anything. I was expecting her to be angry with me for opening the box, but her response was not what I expected.

“Hahahaha! Oh my god John. I would be angry and punish you but I think you’re in for enough punishment as it is. Hahaha.”

“W-what do you mean? Can you take it off?” I asked as Violet chuckled away.

“I’m afraid not, dear. I created that cage as a punishment for an ex that pissed me off a few years ago, I didn’t plan on removing it until it had finished its work. But, luckily for you, I will reverse all the changes it makes as soon as the cage releases, so you’re better off than my ex in that respect.”

“You mean I’m stuck in this damn cage until, until when? And I don’t even wanna know what ‘job’ it's supposed to be doing.” I said, starting to worry a little.

“Well you should have thought about that before you went snooping through my things. I understand Frankie breaking a bottle by mistake but you clearly had to open that box and touch whatever was inside to trigger it. So you can keep that annoyed look to yourself!” Violet said before I could start ranting proper.

“He’s sorry Aunt Vi. Just a little curiosity got the better of us that’s all.” Frankie interjected.

“Well, you know what they say about curiosity.” Violet replied with a smirk. “Anyway, I’m going to go and get changed. I’m sure you two will have fun figuring out your new toys … Or one of you will at least, haha.”



That brought an end to the conversation for now. I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not Violet was being totally honest about not being able to move the magical items, but we couldn’t really argue the point, not when it was our own fault we were stuck with them.

I was sitting on the bed scrolling through my phone, trying to keep myself distracted from the cage on my dick, when Frankie appeared in the doorway, still looking sleek and shiny in her magical catsuit.

“Hey babe, you won't believe this suit!” She said as soon as she entered. “So I was just in the bathroom trying to figure out how I could pee in this thing, and it just, opened up. Like, the suit knew I needed to pee and it just opened up by itself. Crazy right?”

“Yeah I guess it is a little crazy. I've been trying to figure out this cage but so far it hasn't done anything weird or magical. But it's not exactly helping matters when you walk in looking like that.” The cage had started getting a little tighter as I watched Frankie walk over and sit down next to me on the bed.

“Oh really?” She replied, a little seductively. “So ya like what you see huh?”

“Damn right I do! Unfortunately, there’s not a lot I can do about that right now.” I replied, gesturing at my crotch where the cage was still hidden, locked tightly around my junk.

“Ugh, dammit. I know, but I think this suit is making me horny. Surely there’s something you can do … ya know, for me?” I think I had a good idea of what she was after, but doing that in my current state would not make me any more comfortable in the cage than I was now.

“Seriously Frankie? With this thing on?”

“C’mon babe. You remember what Aunt Vi said, the suit needs a little sexual energy to ‘get it’s fill’ and then it will release me. Don’t you wanna help me out? Otherwise you’re gonna be stuck as a horny mess all day and night, watching me walk around like this.”

I guess she had a point. Besides, I was starting to get horny myself and the thought of going down her was starting to sound more appealing … cage or not.

“Fine. You win.” I said, playfully rolling over so that I was on top of her.

I kissed her hard on the mouth as my hands slid across various parts of her shiny skin.

I was about to ask how I could even get to her pussy with this suit in the way, but as soon as one of my hands brushed across her crotch, the section covering her sex just slid open, giving my wandering fingers access.

I teased her with my fingers for a short while, feeling her wetness as my cock pressed hard against the cage. When I knew she was good and ready, I began slowly kissing my way down her body, enjoying the feel of the sleek substance that coated her body.

By the time my mouth made it to her lower lips, she was soaking wet and ready for my tongue. I started out quickly, not worrying about a slow build up with this one, I was too horny to gauge my own pace anyway.

It wasn’t long before I could feel her approaching orgasm, this would definitely be a quick oral session.

“Ohhh fuck John. YES!” She moaned out loud as she came all over my face. Frankie had to physically push me away, I was so into my task that I couldn’t bring myself to slow down.

“That’s enough, John. I’m done.” She said, one hand pushing me away, I would have kept on licking but as soon as my mouth was clear of her sex, the suit sealed it back up and I was left desperately staring at her shining black crotch.

“Shit, sorry babe. I got a little carried away there.” I said, moving clear to let Frankie adjust herself. As I rolled back to my side of the bed, I felt the cage around my cock pulsing with some kind of new energy.

“Oh shit, I think we woke up this thing.” I said, lowering the waist of my pants to see what was happening.

“Oh wow it’s glowing!” Frankie said as we looked at the cage glow with magical energy.

“What’s happening?” I said, waiting for some kind of magical explosion or something. Thankfully, nothing of the sort happened. After a few moments, the cage just stopped glowing and returned to normal.

“Well that was … anticlimactic.” Frankie said, sounding almost disappointed.

“Yeah … weird.” I said, pulling my pants back into place, that was when Frankie noticed something.

“John, your arms!” She said, reaching out one of her sleek black hands to grab my wrist.

It was quickly obvious what was happening. The hair on my arms was slowly fading into nothing, seemingly vanishing into thin air.

“Oh fuck.” I said, jumping up off the bed and pulling off my shirt. By the time my top half was exposed, all the body hair I usually had on my chest and torso had completely vanished.

I pulled down my pants once more, this time letting them drop to the floor so I was standing in just my boxers. My legs had suffered the same fate as my top half, everything was completely hairless. I tentatively pulled my boxers away from my body, peering down at my crotch to find that all my pubic hair had also completely disappeared.

My hairless cock suddenly looked a lot less masculine now that it was hairless and locked in a pink cage.

“Dammit, I’m completely bald down there too. I think we need to talk to your Aunt.”



With my body completely removed of hair, we headed down to find Violet busying herself in the kitchen.

“Hey Violet.” I said, a little embarrassed to be bringing this up. “I need to ask about the uh, the cage I have on.”

“Ah. I was wondering how long it would take.” She replied, turning to look at me. “I see the changes have started. You know, if you had stuck around earlier I could have told you what to expect.”

“Yeah, sorry. I was still a little shook up by the whole, magical chastity cage thing.” I replied, earning a small chuckle from Violet.

“Well, like I said, I made that cage as a way to punish an asshole ex. It’s designed to stay in place and slowly feminize whoever has it on. It won’t completely transform them, it was supposed to be just an embarrassing punishment. But I didn’t really include a way to remove it until it was finished with its job. Problem was getting locked away again. Haha, I must have accidentally sissified about 5 men before I got it back.”

I was stunned at Violet's explanation. HOw she could talk so casually about inflicting such humiliating transformations on unsuspecting men.

“Oh don’t worry, I reversed the changes as soon as I realised. Well, most of them anyway.” She added with a wink. “And I promise to reverse yours as soon as the cage has finished. Try and enjoy yourself, John. I’m told some parts of the transformation can be quite enjoyable.”

I failed to see how being slowly turned into a feminized sissy could be considered enjoyable, but at least Violet had promised to reverse any changes, so I didn’t press the issue.

We all sat down to dinner and enjoyed a dinner that Violet had prepared for us, followed by a beer before heading back to bed.

I had just gotten undressed, apart from the cage and my boxers, and climbed into bed to wait for Frankie to join me.

“It looks like I’m sleeping in this thing.” She said, standing at the bottom of the bed, still stuck in the black suit.

“Yeah, and I have to sleep next to you looking like that, while still trapped in this.” I said, referring to the cage.

I figured I was in for an uncomfortable night, and I wasn't wrong. I kept being woken up by the cage squeezing me tightly whenever I tried to get hard in the night. It didn't help that every time me or Frankie rolled over, I could feel the sensual touch of her liquid latex skin rubbing against me, arousing me further.

I don’t know how much sleep I managed to get, all I remember is being woken up by the feeling of Frankie's hand rubbing up and down one of my sides. As I woke up, I realised that she appeared to be spooning me from behind.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” She murmured close to my ear as she saw me waking up.

“Hey, babe.” I said, enjoying the feeling of Frankie slowly stroking me for a few seconds, before the tightness of the cae on my cock reminded me of my predicament.

“Oh man, I need to get this thing off asap.” I moaned.

“You got that right. I woke up horny again and we still can’t get to your cock!” Frankie replied, sounding a little frustrated herself. “You think you could … you know, ‘take care of me’ before we get out of bed?”

“Seriously? While I’m still trapped in this cage? That hardly seems fair to me.” I replied.

“Maybe not. But it’s hardly fair that I should have to be stuck in the suit for longer than necessary because my boyfriend got himself stuck in chastity.”

“What?! It was your fault I got stuck in this thing. You were the one who just had to know what was in the box.” I said.

“Maybe … But you’re the one who opened it, and you're the one who touched it, and now you’re the one who’s going to make me cum. Whether you like it or not.” Frankies answer was a little more forceful than I was used to hearing from her, I had to admit it was kind of a turn on.

Before I even had a chance to acquiesce to her request, she had pulled my shoulder towards her, rolling me onto my back so that she could straddle me. Before I knew what was happening, Frankie had mounted me, one leg on either side with her hands pinning mine to the bed.

My cock was desperately squeezing itself against the bars of the little pink cage, Frankies new, take charge approach had turned out to be a huge turn on, which was only making me more frustrated.

I tried to lift my arms up off the bed, but they barely moved, and Frankie seemed to be exerting no physical effort at all on her part. Was she always this strong, or was it the suit?

“Aww what’s the matter babe, stuck?”

“Looks like it I guess.” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Mmmm, perfect.” Came Frankies reply as she slowly started climbing up my body to straddle my head.

I resigned myself to my fate as I watched, fascinated, as the black substance once again re-formed itself to expose Frankies pussy to my tongue.

As Frankie lowered herself to my waiting mouth, I noticed the suit shifting once again. I wondered what was going on this time, and got my answer as I felt the black substance begin to creep down the side of my face.

“Frankie-mmpf-what’s happening?” I tried to ask as I was being smothered by her pussy pressing tightly against my mouth.

I briefly caught a glimpse of Frankie looking down at me to see what I was talking about, before she disappeared from view, the black substance had crept over my face and formed itself around most of my neck.

“Oh my god the suit! It’s like it’s sealed your head inside, hahaha this thing is amazing.” I could just about hear Frankie through the suit that was now holding my head firmly in place between her legs.

“Mmmmph!” I tried to say something but my voice was lost in Frankie’s folds. No matter which way I tried to move my head, I couldn’t pull it free from the material that was keeping me in place.

“Guess you’re stuck in there for now, babe. Better get to work.” Frankie said, grinding her hips slightly onto my face, the suit made sure my mouth remained in the optimal position for ‘service’.

Seemingly not having much choice, I stuck out my tongue and tasted her wetness as I got to work pleasing her. The air inside the suit was hot and humid, surrounding me with the smell of Frankie’s arousal, thankfully I could breathe just fine through my nose. If it wasn’t for the crushing tightness of the cage, I would have been enjoying this whole experience immensely. I was literally trapped inside the crotch area of my girlfriend's magical catsuit.

I could hear and feel Frankie as she once more approached orgasm thanks to my tongue. I kept licking away as she came hard on my face for the second time in less than 12 hours, while I remained caged and denied.

I slowed down the pace of my licking as Frankie panted breathlessly on top of me. Eventually, I felt the material of the suit creeping back across my head, freeing me from its grasp and allowing Frankie to roll off me. I noticed the suit was also open at the chest, exposing Frankies breasts as she rode my face…Had she been squeezing her own boobs as she came?

“Wow, John. That was amazing.” She said, still a little breathless. “I almost don’t wanna get rid of this suit, everything feels so much better in this thing. It’s like it knows what I need before I do.”

I would have voiced my concerns at her wanting to keep the suit, but I could feel the magical energy emanating from the chastity again and figured something else was about to happen.

After the magic had finished and the cage had stopped glowing, I jumped out of bed to see if I could figure out what had changed, but it was Frankie that spotted it first.

“Babe, I think you might wanna check the mirror.” She said, staring at my face.

I quickly stepped over to the makeup table in the room to assess the damage. My whole face looked a little softer, more androgynous than before. The changes were subtle, but noticeable to someone who saw me everyday. My jaw was a little softer and my eyebrows were a little thinner. But the big standout feature was my lips. They had somehow plumped up to an oversized pair of soft pillows that seemed to be in a permanent pout.

“Holy shit my lips are huge!” I cried in shock, reaching a hand up to feel how soft they were. “I can’t go around with these things on my face!”

“Oh relax. This is a good thing, remember? Aunt Vi says as soon as the cage has finished with its changes, then we’ll be able to remove it and she’ll reverse the changes. If anything you should be trying to find a way to make more changes.”

“Yeah I guess you have a point.” I said, “So what, I need to keep going down on you to trigger more changes, is that it?” I wondered aloud.

“No arguments here.”

“Yeah I’m sure. But I swear this cage will have driven me insane before then if I can’t find a way to get a little release.” I said, my attention snapping back to the tight feeling as my cock was still trying to get hard.

“Well maybe there’s a way for me to help you with that.” Frankie replied, coming up to hug me possessively from behind. I stared in the mirror and let out a little chuckle at the strange couple staring back at us. Was I shorter? Or was Frankie taller?

“Thanks babe but I don't see how you could help with this thing in the way.” I said as Frankie’s hand came around to start stroking the cage, worsening my arousal.

“No, I'm not sure either. But there’ gotta be some way to get off in that cage.” She replied, still toying with the cage. That was when I felt something weird, something hard and rubbery, poking right at the entrance to my ass.

“Hey!” I yelped, jumping out of Frankies embrace and turning to see what she was doing.

“What?! I didn’t do anyth-” Frankie’s sentence was cut short as we both stared at the same thing.

The suit substance was once again re-forming around the crotch area, but this time it was slowly extending outwards from the spot between her legs, until it had formed into something long, shiny and phallic shaped.

“Holy shit the suit gave me a dick!” Frankie yelled as we both stared at the rubbery cock that was now extending from her crotch.

“Ooohhh I get it. See John. I told you this suit knows what I need. And now it knows what we need to get you off.” While I was staring in shock and fear at the implications of the suit's new appendage, Frankie was smiling seductively as one hand rose to stroke the fake cock. Clearly we each had different thoughts on the matter.

“So … whaddya say, babe? Ready to get fucked?”

What the hell could I say to that … ?


End chapter 5.