This is the fucking best, thought Jonni as his Big-Sister sucked his clitty dick and he kissed his fellow sissy, Benji. Suddenly he felt something else, a pressure in his tight asshole. It felt so good in his bubble butt… what was it though… how?
He looked down at Sue who gave him a wink. Oh yeah, invisible constructs, and right now she was invisibly reaming him and he loved it.
He pulled out of the kiss with Benji after it had gone on too long.
“Gonna cum… gonna cum,” he murmured aloud. The moans coming from Benji, Reed, and Sue (or Mrs. Richards as she preferred) told him that he wasn’t alone.
———
The sight in the main room would have been one to behold.
The witchy Mistress Strange (once Dr. Strange) was using her witch’s broom to pleasure herself. She was bent over as he magic animated it. She’d even given it arms and hands, like something out of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice which were currently rubbing her thighs as it moved in and out. Her tall brimmed hat was set aside, as her tangled mess of dark hair fell over her face, obscuring her long nose and chin and warty features.
The stranger sight though, was the new witch Medusa, her look inspired by the futakuchi of Japan. No longer red her hair was now the deepest black. Her skin was a lime green, lighter than the other witches. She was dressed in a highly formal several layered kimono which was she was currently using one hand to hold up so she could get access to her needy cunt. Her long fingernails rubbed across her clit and her wet folds.
But that in itself was not the strange part. Instead the strange part was the back of her head, where her other mouth resided, which was currently occupied by the giant dick of the hermaphroditic demon that had once gone by the name Wong.
Her other mouth, usually so chatty and vulgar had nothing to say right now, because it was so busy licking and sucking the ridiculous devil-dick. That said, the entire experience was driving Medusa’s more ‘reserved’ side to make cute high-pitched gasps as she got closer and closer.
The sight that they were masturbating to was that of the Fantastic Four’s fantastic orgy. Which was playing on the reflective surface of the mirrored coffee table, due to a scrying spell cast by Mistress Strange.
———
Meanwhile, unobserved by her other sisters Namorita (now a scaly Sea-Hag), was casting the spells on her new creation.
She was turning the relatively normal (especially among a people where hooves and prehensile hair was a thing) in to something truly exquisite (depending on your definition of that word).
Crystal gasped as her tight bodysuit warped and shifted, splitting in to a a pair of tight super-short shorts, and an even tighter tank top. Her stomach pushed out in to a small beer belly, and her hips widened a bit. The tank top grew even tighter as her hard nipples were clearly visible through them. She had become chubby, not fat, but she’d certainly lost the tight body she had before.
Grime began to appear over her body as it began to exude all kinds of odors. Her nose was more sensitive than ever, but now regarded the foulest of smells as the sweetest. Crystal lifted her arm to give herself a whiff of her new body odor, and the smell of it brought a smile to her face.
Crystal’s hair was now a tangled mess, growing wild as if she hadn’t washed or trimmed it in years; it was mostly split ends now. A crown of horns grew from her head as well, four short sharp horns that poked up and out of her bird’s nest of hair, it almost looked regal. She let out a small moan and was impressed by the foul smell of her own breath.
Her hand snaked down to rub her crotch, forcing the tight shorts up in to her cunt shamelessly. Of course she no longer wore underwear, and her choice of colors on her uniform turned shorts was likely why other yellow stains were not visible. Even her crotch as she exited exuded a strong odor that only got stronger the more wet she became.
She leaned forward, showing her impressive tits off to her witchy mistress, as she felt herself pass gas.
“Oops,” she said with a smile on her face and breathed deeper.
———
The Fantastic Four’s orgasms were like a series of chain reactions, as Jonni came first, his tiny penis releasing in to his older sister’s mouth. Sue tightened the seal on her mouth it to make sure she got a taste of his fem-boi juices, his tiny testicles only giving her a little taste and she didn’t want to miss it.
Sue’s cheeks clamped down in response to her tensing up, as that drove the impressive stamina of Benji over the edge, his large cock and swinging stone testicles releasing a copious amount of semen in to the succubus’ quivering rear. The abundance that flowed over dripping down her ass and (she hoped!) in to her pussy.
This also caused Benji, once the massive Thing, now a cute little sissy who’s only ‘massive’ feature was his huge cock and balls to tense up as well, her hand holding on to a lit cigar tighter determined not to drop it. His strangely slick marble rear clenching up was more than Mr. Fantastic, unmodified but turned into a complete slave to sissy asses by Jonni earlier to cum as well.
“Perhaps we should call you the Fucking Four,” Clea said as she revealed herself, now an overweight green skinned witch. The moans that came from the First Family was the only response they were capable of right now.
Clea smirked and pushed aside her own fat folds to play with herself to the sight of them all.
After they’d all had a few minutes to recover from the most intense orgasms, Jonni was the first to get on his feet and rush to Clea. As he ran he changed his outfit in a burst of flames from that of a school girl to something a little more skanky, with a tight top and a short skirt.
“Auntie Clea?” he asked trying to sound demure and submissive, “I was thinking that I could use some BFFs. I mean, Benji is cute and all that, but no one is going to mistake that,” Jonni motioned to the huge cock swinging from the marble gurl's skirt, “for a cute girl.”
Benji almost looked a little offended, but found that he didn’t even have the strength to rise to get upset. He just kept puffing on his cigar, enjoying the post sex smoke and having his lips wrapped around something big.
“Wait… what are we talking about,” Reed said, trying to think about this logically. Had they all really descended so far in to debauchery that they were fine with transforming others against their will.
“Hush honey,” Mrs. Richards said as she began to use her invisible constructs to play with Reed’s cock to distract him, simulating a tight sissy ass and forcing him to moan in pleasure again. “Mistress is speaking.”
Even though Sue had never met her before now, each of the demons knew their creator instantly upon meeting them. They were loyally bonded, not just to them but to all of the witches who occupied the same coven.
“Funny you should mention that,” Clea said with a cackle as she motioned to the tray of fresh cookies, whose pleasant aroma still filled the air of the kitchen, mixed with the smell of feminine sex and semen as well.
“I admit to being jealous that my fellow witch, Namorita came up with the idea of making the handsome Johnny Storm into the beautiful sissy incubus you see before you.” Jonni curtsied in response to the compliment.
“But not one to be outdone, I’ve made sure that all the baked goods that the lovely Mrs. Richards, my succubus, will make tiny dicked sissy boi-toys out of any men that eat them.” Clea cackled again. “At least if the adds her special ingredient!” Clea said with a wink having watched the drain her milky tits in to the batter. Mrs. Richards blushed when she realized she’d been putting on such a show.
“Ohhhh!” Jonni said excitedly at the prospect “That means you can’t have one, Reed!” she said stamping his little foot down to make sure he knew she meant business.
Reed, now a complete slave to the sissified Human Torch (even though he acted like he was in charge) nodded his head. Besides, he wanted to fuck sissies, not be one. His better judgement was telling him that he should try to stop them, but his libedo and extreme fetish for sissy bois was excited at the possibilities.
“Auntie Clea! You are like the best auntie ever!” Jonni said as he was already pulling down a fireproof container to put the fresh baked cookies in to. He needed to make sure to save at least one for Peter.
Clea smirked, showing her uneven teeth, “Well, aren’t you the sweetest. I could just eat you up.” Clea literally could, her form of witch inspired by the story of Hansel and Gretel, “But of course I won’t!” she said to put any worries aside.