What happens when two sorcerers meet up when magic has been gone for centuries? This caption was commissioned by JLondon503 which was fun to work on!
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Man it had been a busy week for Brandon, he finally scrounged up enough money to move out of his parents place and after 3 days of driving and 2 days of unpacking he finally had a bit of time to himself. He had moved to a small town a few states away to get a fresh and new start on life and the first thing he did in his new home town was visit the bar. “I’ll have two more sir.”
The barkeep grabbed two glasses and began filling them up with some cheap beer, “You seem to be awfully thirsty and chipper, I assume you’re celebrating something?” He set the two glasses in front of Brandon.
“I am!” He grabbed one of the glasses and took a deep swig from it, “Finally get a chance to spread my wings, start anew.”
“Ah, you left the nest. Well if you come down here a lot you can call me Sal, all my regulars do.”
“Will do, Sal.” Brandon raised his glass at Sal and took another swig of his drink. Brandon continued ordering drinks and slamming them down, at first because he was celebrating his new found independence, but it quickly became a drunk who kept drinking for the sake of it. “Shal! Get me a few more will ya?!”
“I’ll get you one more but I’m gonna cut you off after that.”
“No problem Shal, thank you.” As Sal was pouring his drink Brandon looked over the bustling crowd of patrons. ‘Man this town had some cute women,’ he gawked at a group of women, ‘she has such beautiful hair!’ As he admired the woman's stunning, blonde hair his hair had turned from black and unkempt to long, perfect hair, nearly identical to the woman. ‘Oh! That lady is built perfectly!’ His attention turned to another woman as he admired her physique, small and dainty shoulders, a thin waist, and a pair of hips that looked perfect on her body. Brandon was too drunk to notice as he shrunk a few inches in his chair as his broad shoulders slimmed down, his waist pulled in, and his hips flared out and refilled his now slack pants. ‘Man she’s cute but,’ his gaze focused on a woman who had just exited the bathroom, ‘those are some nice tits!’ He watched as the lady's breasts bounced with each peppy step she took. Brandon’s chest felt warm as he failed to notice two mounds beginning to form under his shirt, causing it to tent over his new perky tits.
You see, Brandon was what some people might call a sorcerer. These past few decades more and more of them had been popping up, usually with ties to ancient bloodlines, and Brandon was one of them. His power was the ability to change his body at will, and although it caused him some problems during puberty, he had gotten a pretty good hold on his powers, or so he thought. In his drunken stupor he wasn’t just admiring the beautiful women in the bar but was mimicking the features he found attractive from them.
‘I’m gonna go talk to her!’ He got up from the barstool and brushed his long blonde hair from his face, ‘When did I get blonde hair? Whatever.’ Every step he took felt a little bit off and not in the familiar drunk sense but he felt shorter, his chest felt heavier for some reason, and he didn’t remember his hair reaching his face before. He approached the women with large perky tits and tapped her on the shoulder, “Excushe me. I wash sitting over there and thought you looked nishe.” She turned around and, ‘Oh god, she has a cute face too!’
The lady looked Brandon up and down and gave an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, I don’t swing that way. Cute butch vibe though!” And she continued towards her table.
“The cute ones are always leshbians.” Brandon slurred out as he returned to the bar. The sheer amount of alcohol caught up to him as he sat down at the bar as he laid his head atop the countertop.
“This young lady giving you trouble, Sal?” Brandon heard a gruff, almost bumpkin voice at the bar say.
“Not if she pays for that drink.”
“I’ll handle it, Sal. Just put it on my tab.”
“Sure thing Gavin.”
Brandon felt a large hand gently grip his shoulder as the man with the gruff voice said, “I’ve got your bill. Let’s get ya home.”
“Nahh… I’m good.” Brandon tilted his head so he could see the man talking to him. He was a large man with unkempt black hair and a short mustache and beard. As soon as Brandon made eye contact with him he felt oddly compelled to listen to the man. “Whatev’ you shay man.” The man helped Brandon to his feet and looped his arm underneath his armpit to support him. “Thanksh for coverin’ mah bill…”
“It’s no problem, let’s get ya home.” The large man helped Brandon make their way to the front door, “And thanks again Sal. I’ll pay my tab next time I’m in.”
“No problem Gavin. Get home safe will ya.” Sal waved at the two of them as they exited the door.
“Bye Shal!” Brandon shouted back into the bar.
The two of them continued down the dark and poorly lit street, Brandon being mostly deadweight, as the man made small talk, “So, you remember where you live?”
“Not really… I jusht moved into a shitty apartment nearby.” Brandon leaned his head onto the mans shoulder as the street wouldn’t stand still for him.
“Hmm, I live just down the street,” The man pointed, “I could let ya spend the night and sober up.”
“That would be lovely.” Brandon spat out and paused for a moment. “I never gotch your name.”
“I’m Gavin.”
“Well thanksh you Gabin. I’m Brandon.”
The two of them continued down the street until they got to a small little suburban home, “Here it is! Let’s get you inside!” Gavin struggled to get his keys as his drunk friend teetered but finally managed to open up the door. “Take a seat on the couch while I get you some water.”
Brandon plopped down onto the couch as Gavin disappeared into what he assumed was the kitchen. Despite how small the house was, the inside was immaculately clean and high end. Brandon was sitting on a nice leather couch which had a nice oak coffee table sitting in front of it. Along the wall of the living room was a rather large TV as well as various shelves with knick knacks and belongings.
“Here’s some water for ya.” Gavin returned with a couple of water bottles in hand and sat down next to Brandon. “You really should be more careful with your powers. Don’t want to draw too much attention to them.” He handed Brandon a water bottle.
“Powersh?” Gavin gestured at Brandon, causing Brandon to look down and notice the pair of tits he was now sporting. “Oh! Man I haven’t had troubles with mah powersh shince high school!” He cupped one of his tits in his hands and gave it a quick squeeze.
Gavin cleared his throat, “Yes, there’s benefit to being more subtle and discreet with your powers.”
“Huh? What do ya mean?”
“Hold still.” As Gavin spoke those words Brandon felt his body stop moving, one hand still squeezing his breast. “As you can see, I know a thing or two about having,” he paused, “unique capabilities. And sorcerers are pretty rare nowadays. Especially for two of them to live in the same town, let alone region.”
“I’m not following…”
Gavin sighed as he rubbed his brows, “The power within our ancient bloodlines has been dormant for centuries! Even now people like us are exceedingly rare but we have been cropping up ever slowly.”
“Okay… and?”
Gavin watched the water within his bottle as he spun it, “It was said that bloodlines of sorcerers would arrange marriages between the strongest in their clans.” He stopped spinning the bottle and turned to look at Brandon. “If more of us are cropping up then that means in a generation or two magic will be more prevalent, and those with magic will rise to power!” He reached out and roughly grabbed Brandons other tit, eliciting a moan from him as he instinctively made his breast bigger. “You have such poor control over your powers, but with a bit of training we could get a head start on creating a new strong and powerful bloodline!”
“Only when I’m drunk.”
“Can you copy the more complex nature?”
“What?”
Gavin, not even bothering to respond nor try to explain to Brandon, forced his hand down Brandon’s pants and began toying with his vagina, “This you drunk dolt! Sorcerers used to mix bloodlines and create powerful magics via their offspring! Do you get it?”
Brandon, still unable to move his body, was stifling moans as Gavins large and rough hands explored his womanhood, “Why ngghh~ are you telling me thish?
“Because,” Gavin grabbed Brandon’s clitoris between his thumb and index finger, “there’s benefits to being known as the quiet but helpful businessman who keeps to himself. Plus you won’t remember any of this.” Gavin pulled his hands away from Brandon’s body and knelt in front of him at eye level. “Repeat after me. Your name is Hazel. You're my long distance girlfriend who just recently moved in with me. You dropped out of high school and now dream of being a mother to a lot of children. You are submissive to me and it arouses you when I dominate you and give you commands.” Gavin snapped his fingers.
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“Babe! Have you seen this?” Hazel pointed to an article in the newspaper, “A young man went missing in this neighborhood. Isn’t that sad?”
Gavin walked into the dining room wearing an orange suit and holding a briefcase, “That is sad darling.” He leaned down and smooched his girlfriend on the cheek. “But let’s not worry about that, the police can handle that. Let’s check on your training before I head off to work.”
“Sure babe!” Hazel set the newspaper down and took a quick sip of her coffee. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Stay still and put your hands behind your head.”
Hazel felt her body move on its own as Gavin commanded her, “Ooh~ WHat are you testing me on today?”
“This!” Gavin lifted Hazel's shirt and began groping her tits from behind.
“Agh~ Gavin!~” Hazel moaned as she tried to control herself but she felt her breasts slightly grow within her boyfriend's hands.
“So close!” He release his grip on Hazel’s breasts and walked in front of her, “Once you get control of your powers we’ll get started on getting your belly full of children!” He knelt down and rubbed her stomach. “How bout that?”
“Hah~ I’d love that.”
“You would,” Gavin stood up and gave Hazel a quick peck on the cheek, “Anyways, I’m heading off to work!” He turned away from her and began making his way to the door.
“Wait! Babe!” She heard the front door open. “Are you forgetting something Gavin?” She heard the front door close as she was unable to move from her chair, hands stuck behind her head as her breasts stuck out of her shirt. “Agh~ It’s gonna be a long day~”