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My neighbors were a bit… odd by the standards of any “average” couple. Sure, they did all the normal stuff such as vacations, holiday parties, going to the movies, and hikes in the woods together, but there was always something else that separated them from everyone else. See, the wife, Oshann, was a witch. Not the kind of witch that cackled in the forest making potions or riding broomsticks, but a genuine magic user. After an accident with an ancient soul gem, she had effectively made herself and her husband Abahn immortal. Since the Renaissance, they’ve amassed an immense fortune that they’ve “passed down” to their generations of children, using it to move around and establish themselves in multiple places all around the world, living modestly without attracting attention. For the past hundred years, they’ve been living in the U.S., moving from state-to-state every ten years or so. One day, Oshaan had come across me walking my dog through the neighborhood. At first she seemed to try and avoid me, but then she started following me instead. She wasn’t even being subtle about it. I thought she was just some old, if pretty and well-stacked, creep, but she made her powers very clear to me when she psychically linked herself to me, dumping her whole life’s story into my brain in an instant. Being a bit of a fantasy nerd myself, I found myself instantly drawn to both her and her abilities. She seemed to reciprocate my sudden interest in her.
She took me in as her apprentice, telling me I had an unusually high sensitivity and “potential” affinity for magic. Over the next month, I ended up going to her house nearly every day, where she’d spend hours helping me “unlock my full potential”, though seemingly disinterested at first. I learned some interesting tricks in that time, like being able to instantly boil a pot of water or clean my car with the snap of a finger. Still, it wasn’t until I managed to conjure up an animal spirit and bind it to an object that Oshaan really took a keen interest in my abilities. She handed me an old Grimoire from deep in her collection one night, urging me to keep it close for the studies we’d be going through the following day. I was excited when I went to sleep, but my dreams were filled with a sense of unease the whole night, filling me with odd, unusual feelings. Even so, I did not wake once until the sun had risen the next day. I rose that morning feeling… fuller. My eyesight was blurry which was unusual given my 20/20 vision, and rubbing my eyes did nothing to help. I ended up finding a pair of glasses on the mantle next to my bed, and seeing no other options I put them on. My vision cleared up immediately, but the sight below me made me wish I hadn’t put them on in the first place. Below me, attached to my chest, were two large breasts. Big, supple, and… very sensitive, barely covered by a gown. Gray hairs hung just above my eyeline, which I immediately recognized as being the same shade as Oshaan’s. Feeling a rising sense of panic, I tried to hop out of the large, warm bed I had been sitting up in, only to immediately fall to the floor due to my center of gravity being completely thrown off. Though I was in a small amount of pain, it quickly faded as Abahn ran into the room moments later to check on his “wife’s” accident.
“Dear, are you OK?” He graciously asked, kneeling down and taking my hand. As I met his eyes, I felt an odd pang in my chest, a rising… urge. A desire. I tried to banish the feeling from my thoughts, but my hand trembled in the face of his chivalry. “You seem to be a bit… off this morning. Is everything alright?”
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.” I lied, looking away as I felt my cheeks go red. “I just need a bath and some time to myself today, I think. Is that alright with you?”
“I’ll start filling the tub for you.” He nodded, leaning in and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I was already red before, but now my face practically looked like a tomato.
A few minutes later, I was in the bathroom alone, staring at “myself” in the mirror. The haze in the room from the steam made it all feel like some sort of dream, and I couldn’t help but feel both nervous and… curious at the same time. I eventually gathered the courage to take the night gown off, revealing Oshaan’s bare features. Despite being so old, her body hadn’t aged a day past 30. She had no wrinkles, full breasts, and a tight, toned butt stacked with just the perfect amount of fat. Even her thighs were bewitching, so smooth and silky that I couldn’t help but brush my hands along them and give them a squeeze. I brushed the edge of my fingers towards her plump, womanly lips below, only to be felt with an immense shiver just from the few hairs around them being brushed. Shaking my head, I instead walked over to the tub and lowered myself in. The feeling of the warm water against my new curves was beyond electrifying, far more intense than it had ever been before. As I wiped myself down, I couldn’t help but get continuously aroused, every nerve ending practically demanding to be played with and stimulated. Eventually, I was groping one breast with one hand while I rubbed my clit with the other, throwing my legs up over the edges of the tub. I came incredibly hard, causing a brief flash as the water was warmed back up again by magic. I immediately realized I had just used Oshaan’s own magic, and without a single ounce of effort at all.
After cleaning up and getting dressed, I wasted no time trying to find out exactly what happened. I couldn’t find anything in Oshaan and Abahn’s house that pointed to any causes, so I resorted to walking back to my old apartment, hoping I might find something there. When I arrived, I found my car missing, and the door to my apartment unlocked and partially open. Inside, everything was gone. The furniture, the appliances, even the light fixtures and rugs. It was as if no one had even lived there the day before. The only thing of note in the apartment was an actual, literal note, which I found pinned to the back of the front door. I could see it was written in Oshaan’s own unique handwriting, along with a magic seal.
“Hello Oshaan. If you’re reading this, then that means you’ve come looking for answers. I know you will not like them, so I have elected not to share my plans with you beforehand, instead choosing to tell you in this note. Simply put, I have swapped our bodies and will not be returning. I have left you with Abahn and I’s fortune and immortality. You’re likely wondering why I have done this, and the reasons are indeed of a selfish nature. I have grown weary of my time in my old body. In recent years, I’ve cultivated a desire to become someone else, to go out and explore the world yet again. It wasn’t until I met you and realized your affinity for magic that I knew I could finally change my life. I know you’re confused and likely angry, but I promise you’ll understand. I’ve left you with many of my old memories, and they’ll help you adjust to your new life. Abahn is a great man, and though he is unaware of my decision to leave, he loves you. I wish you the best of luck, my old apprentice.”
As soon as I finished reading the last letter, the note burst into a green flame, immediately burning into nothing. I didn’t know what to say at first, instead falling to my knees inside my old apartment. I felt betrayed, overwhelmed by a mixture of anger and sadness. Oshaan had stolen my old life without a hint of regret, and now I was forced into her old life. I wanted to find her, force her to give it all back to me, but I knew I’d never see her ever again. No amount of searching would ever reveal her to a novice such as myself. Going “home”, I still couldn’t shake these strange urges I was feeling. I wondered if Oshaan always felt like this… if I would always feel like this. Just picturing Abahn’s face in my mind made me incredibly hot and bothered, and even though I knew my mind had been messed with in some way, I was beginning to lose the battle against my inhibitions. Getting home, I ended up deciding on something risqué. Something that would grab Abahn’s attention. So, I started working on baking a cake for him. He got home not long after I started, seeing me in nothing but an apron.
“Hi honey~” I greeted with a sing-song voice, licking chocolate icing from my fingers. “I was having trouble getting this batch ready. Want to help me with the batter?~”
Abahn took the hint in seconds, unbuckling his pants and thrusting his impressive cock inside of me. I moaned like a bitch in heat as he bent me over the counter top, thrusting greedily into my wet pussy. Not long after he came in me the first time, he picked me up in his big, strong arms and carried me to the bedroom to make sure there was a baby inside of me. I accepted the life Oshaan had given me, knowing soon I’d have some little ones to look after and fawn over for the next few generations of our long lives…