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Characters:
Sydney (based on Sydney Sweeney)
Qimmah (based on Instagram model Qimmah Russo)
All characters are 18+ and are works of fiction. This story contains elements of futanari. If that bothers you, please do not read.
The crisp Boston air wisped through Sydney’s long, blonde hair as she stood on the train station platform. Her black hard-shell suitcase lay at her feet. She wore typical muggle dress, and opted for a simple Seattle Seahawks hoodie, black leggings, and high boots. Other passengers jockeyed for position on the increasingly busy platform.
She noted with no small amusement the amount of baggage that littered the platform. It would always be a pity, she thought, that they were constrained by space and physics; a witch knew no such limitations. Her bag possessed multiple wardrobes of clothes. Muggles would call it magic. She would agree.
Her train arrived promptly. After some time of the elderly and parents with children boarding, she took her turn. The train wasn’t going anywhere, and trying to push past the rabble would only test her patience. The porter smiled as she boarded, an adorable old man.
“Would you like any help with your bags, miss?” the porter asked.
“Oh, no thank you. I do appreciate it, though,” Sydney replied with a smile.
She made her way down the sprawling multitude of passenger cars. Her parents splurged for a private cabin, of which she was very grateful for, as the trip from Boston to Chicago would take close to twenty-four hours.
“11…C,” Sydney muttered to herself as she looked at the placards on the wall indicating the cabin numbers. One more car down, she found her assigned cabin on the left side of the aisle. She shouldered past a couple that seemed to be bickering over a left belonging. She jiggled the handle; it was unlocked.
The room was small but comfortable. Two sizeable benches with clean, grey fabric sat on both sides of the cabin. Ambient lighting was provided by a small ceiling-mounted light fixture, and a window overlooked the city. Noticing an overhead storage compartment, Sydney stowed her small suitcase, locked the cabin door, and sat down.
“Ahhh…that’s much better,” Sydney said as she kicked off her boots into the middle of the cabin. She did a quick inventory check of her purse, noting that her wallet, phone, and wand, Solstice, were all still inside. She gave a small sigh of relief after confirming their presence, and settled into her seat. The train began to move, and the city passed on by. Sleep came quickly.
—
There was a soft knock on the door, stirring Sydney from her deep sleep. She quickly checked her watch, noting that only an hour had passed since their departure. Looking through the door’s peephole, she saw Qimmah. She giggled with excitement and surprise as she quickly unlocked and opened the door.
“Qim! Oh my god! I thought you were already at the Symposium!” Sydney exclaimed excitedly.
“No, no. I mean, I’ve only been in Boston for a couple weeks; not much of a Summer break, if you ask me,” replied Qim, leaning against the door frame. “I thought about portaling back to school, but it’s my Senior year, and this is kind of a tradition for us, ya know?
Sydney gave a big toothy smile. “Yeah, a dumb one. My parents insist it’s safer to portal from Chicago to Seattle, though.”
Qim gave a wry smile of her own. “So they say.”
Realizing her inhospitality, Sydney ushered her friend inside the cabin. “Oh my god! Come in!” She closed the door behind them. “Where were you sitting?”
“Can you believe it? My parents only paid for second-class seats, and it’s my Senior year at University! Looks like your parents splurged, though,” Qim said with a wink. She set her bag on the floor unceremoniously. “Must be nice!”
“Oh, yeah, well…there’s plenty of room in here. Here, put your bag up there with mine,” Syd said sheepishly.
Qimmah pulled her wand from her robe, and with a small flourish, her bag levitated into the storage compartment. The door closed with a thud. She threw her purse to the cabin bench and sat down opposite to Sydney. She outstretched her arms along the bench. “Yeah this is…much better!”
Sydney laughed and playfully covered her face. “Qim! Someone might see you!”
“Oh, hush, bitch. The curtains are closed. You goody little two-shoes,” Qim said with a wink. “Always playing by the rules. Is that why Headmaster loves you? Or is it just because you’re so cute?”
Despite herself, Sydney blushed at this. Qim was devilishly pretty. Her dark skin, symmetrical face, and strong facial features cut into the very souls of those looking upon her. She was wearing her witch garb typical of those attending the Seattle Symposium of Witches. While technically against the rules, Qim was a rebel in this regard—and many others—and it was one of the Alsancak travesti many things that attracted Sydney to her. It was the chaos that complemented Sydney’s more rigid, lawful nature.
“So…,” the inflection in Qim’s voice rising noticeably, her left eyebrow furled. “I need to tell you something.” She leaned forward almost unperceptively. “It’s a bit of a, uh, secret.” She was almost whispering now. Sydney leaned forward to match her posture.
“Well…what is it?” Delicious curiosity panged Sydney’s voice. She was a rising University Sophomore, and for a rising Senior to trust her, it was a significant breach of protocol for the natural school hierarchy.
Qim’s tone took a sharp turn into a serious inflection. “You can not tell a soul. Not even Alexandra. This is serious.”
“…Okay. I promise.”
“So…” Qim continued. “You know how I stayed a couple of weeks after Spring semester to help in the library for that work-study program?”
“Yeah, the one Emma stayed behind to work with you on?”
“That’s the one. Well, on the second to last day, we were in the stacks in the Winter Wing. We were almost done by lunch time, but they wouldn’t let us leave until four-thirty that afternoon. So, after lunch, Emma and I went back to look at some…interested tomes we set aside; we weren’t sure what to do with them. And, Sydney, let me tell you…some dark shit. I don’t think we were supposed to see these.”
“Like…what kind of spells?”
“Where to begin. Unbreakable curses, necromancy, deformation. I could go on. But here’s the interesting part,” Qim said before a long pause. “We found a section on bodily manipulation. Nothing new, sure. But what if you wanted to grow an extra arm? An extra leg? There are ways, apparently. But not just that…”
Sydney’s eyes dilated with anticipation, her ears hanging on every word of Qim’s. She was barely on the bench. Her breathing had all but ceased.
Qimmah leaned forward, her face now inches from Sydney’s. “Sydney…” she slowly whispered. “There are ways to grow…a cock.” Her words hung heavy in the air of the small train cabin.
“How…is that possible?” Sydney managed to choke out. “That seems impossible. Did you…” Her words were cut short.
“…try it? Yes. Emma insisted.”
Sydney slumped back onto the bench. “Oh my god,” she drawled. She quickly leaned forward again. “And then what?”
Qim flashed her perfect teeth in a devilish grin. “Does a woman kiss and tell?”
“Well, you sure as fuck should now!” Sydney yelled before quickly realizing her volume and hushing herself. The couple laughed together.
“Fuck the absolute shit out of her? Yes. Now, do you want me to show you?” Qim asked inquisitively.
Sydney gave a long pause as curiosity knawed away at her. Magic such as this wasn’t unheard of, but it was absolutely forbidden. The sound of train lulled her into near a trance as she pondered.
“Qim…do you really think that’s a good idea? On a muggle train of all places?”
“I dare say the *safest* place to be considered at all,” Qim retorted.
After a moment of thought, Sydney rose from her seat. She walked to the cabin door, checking the lock and securing the shades on the windows to the train hallway. Satisfied, she took her seat opposite to Qim, hands on her knees, ready.
Qim flashed her trademark beautiful smile. “Can’t believe I’m getting Sydney of all people to break the rules. Never thought I’d see the day.” Her smile turned into a knowing smirk.
“Just…do it already. And besides, you’re the one *doing* it, not me, after all,” Syd said timidly.
Qim winked at her, slowly and ceremoniously reaching for her wand from her jacket. “If you insist, Sydney.” She placed her wand on the bench to her right, and rose to her feet. She doffed her jacket and set it to her left, followed by kicking her shoes off. They clunked against the cabin door. She then dropped her dark black panties, and placed them on top of her jacket. Sydney flushed red at the sight of this. She sat back down onto the bench, and slowly spread her legs. The small dark green skirt barely covered her now.
With a flourish of the wand, she uttered unintelligible words. *Fac novum.* Old Latin, Syd guessed. There was the crack of rapturous thunder. Sydney almost jolted from her seat but managed to maintain her composure at the sudden thunderous sound.
At first, nothing happened. Long, tantalizing moments passed which felt like hours. Then, without heralding or warning, it appeared. It began to push and protrude against her small skirt, driving powerfully upwards. Qim moved the fabric to make way for it.
It was impressive as it was large. A hard, perfectly symmetrical black obelisk of flesh. A large vein ran up the side, and it softly pulsated with virility and vigor. Two large, black balls hung at the base, full and heavy.
“Oh my god…” Sydney managed to choke out, her throat dry with awe. “You weren’t lying.”
“Impressive, Alsancak travestileri isn’t it?” Qim said proudly.
“It’s…perfect. Almost too perfect.”
“It is magic, after all.”
“I guess so…” Sydney said, her words trailing off. She was awestruck at the sight of it. That something so flawless could exist. No man had ever possessed such a thing.
“Sydney…” Qim whispered, a hint of seduction in her voice. “I want to try something. I know you have experience with the Engorgio spell; you’re the best at it.”
Sydney was aghast but not angry. “Me? What makes you say that?”
“Oh please. We all know you use Engorgio before going out on the weekends. Your tits are already huge, but man, the way you get them looking before you go out is something else entirely. Please–try it on me. I want to see.”
“Qim…”
“Please. Just this once. I want to see and feel it.”
With some hesitation, Sydney rummaged through her bag for Solstice. It was sitting just where she had left it. She retrieved it and tentatively approached Qim.
The cock was swaying gently as Sydney approached her. It dominated her vision; blocked out the sight of Qim’s satisfied face.
“Okay…just this once,” Sydney finally said. With a flourish of her wand, she uttered the word.
*Engorgio*
Qim’s head drove back into the bench cushion. She uttered a sound that ran the delicate line of pain and orgasm. The cock began to swell, growing in length and girth.
This took Sydney by surprise, her body recoiling in surprise, squeal escaping her lips.
“Oh my God, Sydney. Look at it,” said Qim.
Dumbfounded, Sydney dropped to her knees, her wand dropping out her hand, feeble with shock.
It was the most magnificent cock she had ever seen. By her estimation, there on the floor, it looked to be fourteen inches of rigid flesh. It jutted triumphantly upwards, begging to be seen and revered.
Qim looked down on the pretty blonde on the floor. Her aghast, pretty face devoid of any thought other than the sight in front of her. Her heavy breasts pressed prominently against her loose hoodie.
She wanted—no, needed more.
“Sydney…” Qim said. It was more so a moan of desirous request. “I want to try it out. Please.”
“What…what do you mean? How?”
“I want to feel what those men feel with you. *Those*.” She gestured towards Sydney’s substantial breasts.
Sydney looked down at her own chest. She knew the effect they had on men and women alike. The lust. The jealousy. A physical feature that assured she got her way. It gave status. She understood the power of that.
She understood all of it.
“So you want to tit fuck me?” Sydney asked coyly.
Qim was taken aback by the candor of her normally reserved classmate. “Some would call it that. And yes, I would. *Please*.”
Without a word, she began to lift her hoodie over her head. The material caught underneath her breasts, lifting and dropping them again as the hoodie went over her head. They fell magnificently, undulating gently as they fell. She saw the lust and desire in her friends dark hazel eyes. She began to knead and squeeze them playfully for her. It was a show she was well acquainted with.
“But not just these, am I right? You want something more.” She picked up her wand from the floor, and casted Engorgio for the second, and final, time that day.
The young blonde’s tits began to swell and engorge immediately. Her head tilted, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at the sudden pressure and pleasure of the rapid expansion of her breasts.
Qimmah’s eyes, dilated with desire, beckoned her forward. She was panting with anticipation as the blonde crawled the short distance between them. “I always knew you were a freak behind that cute cheerleader exterior.”
“Oh did you now?” Sydney said as she rose to her knees. She positioned herself between Qim’s spread legs. “So you wanted to feel…these.” Sydney began to playfully jiggle and jostle her breasts, the immense size of them seeping dramatically over her hands.
“Yes…yes…I do. I do,” Qim exclaimed. Her voice was dripping with desperation.
Sydney gave a wry smile, letting a large dollop of saliva ooze from her mouth onto the cock in a long strand. It ran down the head and slid down the thick, throbbing shaft.
The blonde lifted her heavy, milk-white tits into place, fully ensconcing the large black cock between them. She reveled at the beautiful contrast in color between them. From her knees, the cock was on the verge of touching her supple lips. Tantalizing and close. She thought of giving it a flick of her tongue, but restrained herself.
For the time being.
Sydney began to softly squeeze her breasts around Qim’s cock. It felt like velvet between her tits, slick with saliva, as she massaged it tenderly. It felt deserving. Worthy of attention and devotion from her body.
“Do you like that, baby? Does it feel good between Travesti alsancak my big white tits?” Sydney cooed.
“Yes…yes, baby. It feels so fucking good,” Qim replied, her hips now thrusting vigorously to meet fluttering motion of Sydney’s breasts. She fought the urge to cum with a dwindling chance of success as the grip of orgasm began to tighten its grip around her. She remembered seeing Sydney for the first time at university. The urge to fuck that buxom, beautiful blonde.
It was finally happening.
Sydney could tell Qim was close. Her thrusts were telling in their stroke. Her muscular midsection tensed and contracting as her abs strained with effort. Muscular thighs flexed in contempt at staving off the inevitable. “Oh…not so fast, baby. Can’t have you cumming just yet.”
“But I…need to—I have to,” Qim moaned through labored breathing.
“Not yet. I control when you cum now,” Syd said with a voice of authority. The words were the antithesis of herself. Timid, affable, and accommodating, she had always been a sub. She couldn’t believe she was saying the words.
Sydney released her breasts, falling heavily onto Qim’s muscular, defined thighs. Qim’s thick, black cock stayed erect, pointing skywards like a prominent obsidian tower. With a devilish smile, Syd began to imbibe the cock. A couple inches at first, her tongue vigorously working on the frenulum under the head. Then, a couple more. She could feel the head of Qim’s cock tickling at her esophagus.
She knew the black woman wanted her throat.
Reaching around Sydney’s head, Qim plunged deep into her eager, hungry throat. The blonde gagged, gurgled, and choked upon her entry. It didn’t concern her. She violently thrusted deeper and deeper, her own pleasure of paramount importance compared to the comfort of her friend. “Holy fuck, that’s so good. Take it, white bitch!” Qim said exasperatedly. She hadn’t used race-play before, but found it fitting in the situation with her new cock. It felt right.
The assault on Sydney’s throat left her breathless. Her diaphragm labored to fill her lungs with air as her filled throat contracted against the woman’s cock. Her breasts undulated dramatically as the black woman fucked her hungry mouth and throat. She could feel the cock growing harder, on the precipice of orgasm. It would be moments before Qim came at the pace she was stroking. Sydney relaxed her throat best she could to welcome the copious delicious spunk those large black balls no doubt contained. She was well acquainted with a cock on the precipice of orgasm.
Qim’s cock gave a final, violent contraction as she came, her body convulsing as if exorcized of a demon. She cried out before stifling her cry with a hand.
Sydney felt a voluminous amount of spunk traverse down her throat and into her stomach. It was warm, sticky, and sweet. She didn’t know cum could taste so good; it tasted better than any man’s. It took multiple gulps to clear her mouth and throat of the sticky, sweet emission. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Sydney finally said, unsheathing the cock from her throat. She opened her mouth, playfully sticking out her tongue with a giggle to show there was nothing left. Her hands went to work on the shaft of Qim’s cock, milking it in a soft, twisting motion. It was still hard, and profusely slippery with saliva and cum.
“Goddamn,” Qim moaned. “You didn’t miss a drop, did you? Must have been so hungry.”
“I always am,” Sydney said seductively with a peck to the tip of Qim’s cock. The cock flinched in response to her kiss. She noted the throbbing, rigidity of it. Qim was fully hard again. It glistened in the natural sunlight seeping through the window. “I want more,” Syd continued. “Let me ride it. Please.”
“Oh, look who’s begging now,” Qimmah replied, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Sydney’s pouty lips. “I happen to enjoy fucking pretty blondes.” They kissed again more passionately and deeply. Qim could taste herself in Sydney’s mouth. “Get on, white girl. Take what you want.”
Sydney rose to her feet, and rapidly began doffing her blacking leggings. Qim noted, much like Sydney had on her, her lack of panties. Carefully, she clambered onto the bench, carefully straddling Qim beneath her. “You going to split this white pussy open now?” Sydney cooed as she slowly lowered, finding herself getting involved in the race-play. It came out involuntarily. She blanched slightly at her own words but rolled with it.
“Now?” asked Sydney, her pussy now on the tip of Qimmah’s cock.
“Now, bitch. All the way. Don’t be scared,” Qimmah replied through gritted teeth.
Without preamble, Sydney lowered herself onto Qim’s cock. She felt her vaginal walls split futilely in an attempt to accommodate the substantial, girthy prick. Her loins became a symphony of pain and pleasure as she lowered herself halfway down the cock. Seven inches of black, velvety, hard flesh inside her, Sydney began to drive her hips up and down like a piston, mercilessly. “White pussy just for you…tear it up,” she moaned.
“Yeah…that’s a good girl,” moaned Qim before she playfully smacked her blonde rider on the breast. Her breasts were undulating significantly as she rode; Qim eagerly imbibed one, sucking vigorously at the nipple. Syd howled in pleasure.
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