After the fourth night in a row where my boyfriend did nothing during sex, I decided to look into human dildo transformation. 

Look, if he wanted to lie back and have me do all the work, I might as well have a human dildo transformation done on him. Then, I could enjoy a dildo and not worry about my performance. To clarify, I rode on top of him again and again, and he commented on my performance. So, I did all the work, bounced up and down. Instead, he demanded I speed up or slow down, that my boobs were bouncing too much. And the kicker, on the fourth day of him laying down and demanding I ride him, was that my legs seemed to be really tired, maybe I should work out more. 

Yeah. No way. If I was going to have a boyfriend that acted like a human dildo, I would give him a human dildo transformation so I wouldn’t have to bother with the audio commentary. Doing all the work meant I could enjoy myself with him… and him being quiet. 

Look, if he was going to be a toy anyway, I might as well transform him! 

So, I went to where I always go when I want to be naughty: I went to the internet in order to look up how to turn my boyfriend into a dildo. 

Surprisingly, this is a very common thing.

After a few hours of searching, I had ordered a kit from a witch on Esty, who promised me 100% success in my human dildo transformation. She asked for a few other forms of payment– like a copy of my boyfriend dildo.

Preparing my Human Dildo Transformation Kit

The kit arrived extremely quickly. There were herbs and dust included, with a few crystals. Additionally, there were instructions included, as well as a tip booklet for how to use my new transformed boyfriend. “Attach him to sexy stuffed animals”, read one option. “Pass him around to your girlfriends,” read another. “Keep him on the shelf while you masturbate.” 

Though I appreciated the ideas, I knew what I’d do with him. 

After going through the kit, I began to make the potion. “This works only on those with a penis larger than two inches,” the kit warned. “So those without can safely drink.” Following the instructions, I put the crystals in the pot and began to boil them. Then, I mixed in the herbs. 

That’s when my boyfriend walked in. 

Most of the kit was innocuous, but I confess I was a little nervous. Honestly, I didn’t want him to find out what I was planning. I’m sure he would have complained.  Luckily, my boyfriend just gave me a kiss and asked if this tea was for later. 

“It’s supposed to help with performance.” Pleased at my hidden meaning, I gave him a smile. 

In response, he smacked my ass. “Excellent. You could really use that. You’ve been getting tired quicker these past few nights.” 

I bit back my scream and grabbed the box. Soon, it was ready to strain. So, I poured the liquid into two mugs, making sure no crystals or herbs made it into his potion. Otherwise, I was warned, he might be smaller than I wanted. 

And I did not put up with him only for him to be small.

The Transformation 

When the potion was cooled, I offered it to him and myself. “Let’s drink up,” I told him. 

“Psh, I don’t need it.” He laughed. “You see my cock and you can’t help yourself. You’re just a slut for it, Elise.” 

I tipped the mug into his mouth, forcing him to drink the concoction anyway. When he swallowed, he took a moment to gasp. “What was that?” he asked, shaking. I drank my own mug, and he seemed to calm down just a little bit. 

But I could tell it was starting to affect him, immediately. His limbs were shaking. 

Smirking, I lead him to the bed. I pulled off his clothes and began to warm his cock in my mouth, watching him try to figure out what was going on. Do you know, he actually shrunk into his cock? 

That’s how it happened. As I moved to put him in my pussy, I realized it. His body was shrinking, growing smaller, while his cock remained the same. “Elise. You look-” he muttered, but then he couldn’t say anything more. It was like his mouth had melted shut. 

I continued, my pussy clenching around him. “That’s right,” I encouraged. He continued to melt, melt, melt until finally, he was nothing more than his cock. Finally, I had my flesh dildo. And I rode it all night long– without commentary. It really was blissful silence. 

And I learned a good life lesson- never settle. 

 

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