Trial of Enrith

A Collaboration story with Katie Oslow from Dark Fantasy Media.

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Beth swiped her earrings off the dresser and dropped them into her purse as she scanned the bedroom for any other incriminating items. She was wearing a white pencil mini skirt with a blue blouse under a white blazer with one button fastened.

Satisfied that she had everything, she strode out on her 3” pumps to find Marcus standing at the apartment’s kitchen island sipping coffee. He was dressed in a torn and strained St. Joseph High School t-shirt and loose sweatpants. 

“You’re not going out like that, I hope?” Beth said as she saw him. 

Marcus smiled. “Yeah,  heading to the gym as soon as you leave.” 

“Maybe I should have made you work harder then,” Beth said, licking her lips. 

“You seemed to be at your limit.” Marcus did a fake flex. 

Beth laughed. “You should pull the sheets off the bed and start them in the wash so she won’t notice how messed up they are. Besides, we left a wet spot.”

Marcus shook his head. “In four years of marriage, I have NEVER started a load of laundry. Carol would know something was up immediately! That spot will be dry long before she gets home tonight.” 

“I hope you’re right! I know what kind of temper my sister can have.”  Beth lifted herself up on the island to lean across it and kiss Marcus on the lips. 

As she came back to earth, they heard the scrape of a key in the apartment door. Beth quickly straightened out her skirt while Marcus turned his back to the door to face the coffee machine.   

The door swung open to reveal Carol, who stopped mid-stride and surveyed the scene. 

“Hey, hon!” Marcus chirped as he pulled down a coffee mug from the shelf, “Your sister just dropped by, and I was getting her a coffee while she waited for you.” 

He filled the cup two-thirds and looked over at Beth. “You take cream, don’t you?” 

“Uh,  yeah….cream”. Beth replied while still looking at Carol. 

Carol stepped into the apartment. She wore a Black and white paisley patterned maxi dress under an oversized tan sweater.   Her long black hair mainly hung free save the front locks, which were pulled behind her head and braided to keep out of her eyes. Rather than a purse, she carried a large leather attaché case, which she set on the dining table. “Just coffee?” She asked as she opened the leather flap and reached into the bag. “You sure you haven’t had enough of my husband’s cream already?” She retrieved an ornately carved wooden box and set it on the table. 

“Carol!” Beth objected, “That’s….I just can’t imagine,” She sputtered. 

“Baby, what are you even talking about?” Marcus asked.   He came out of the kitchen, still holding the steaming mug. 

“You deny it?” Carol asked. “You want to tell me you haven’t been FUCKING MY SISTER?!”  Her controlled tone erupted into screams. “FOR A WHOLE MONTH?” 

“Honey, please!”  Marcus said. “Whatever you think you know, it’s not true! I haven’t touched her!” 

Carol looked at Marcus, tears in her eyes, then she looked at Beth and tilted her head. “Last chance, sister. Did you fuck my husband?” 

Beth’s lip quivered.   She looked down at the table. “No,” She lied. 

Carol nodded. “Ok.” She said as she opened the lid of the box. Inside, a vine pattern had been carved into the wood around a large, round red jewel. Carol took a deep breath and pushed the jewel.

Beth just looked at the box and then up at Carol. She was about to ask what the point of it all was when she was startled by a high-pitched shriek and the sound of a breaking mug behind her.  

Beth spun to see a thin woman wearing black leggings and an undersized burgundy sports bra with the logo for “St Catherine’s Girls prep” stretched across her colossal bust. She had dirty blond hair pulled straight back into a high ponytail.  

She was looking down at herself and pawing at her crotch, repeating, “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”  As she pressed her right hand with its manicured elongated nails against her flat spandex-covered crotch, her left hand leapt up and cupped her left boob. “What the fuck!” She cried out. 

“It’s called the button of Erinth!” Carol announced.

“UNDO IT!” The woman cried. 

“Who is that?” Beth asked. “Where is Marcus?” 

“So you remember Marcus?” Carol asked. “Not Marcy, my wife?” She indicated the woman who was still feeling herself up. 

“Marcy?” Beth asked. “No….”

“Now I know,” Carol said. “The button of Erinth is an ancient magical device bound up with sexual intimacy. If my husband had never fucked you, you wouldn’t remember him right now. No one out in the world does.”  She stepped around the table, eyes locked on Beth, who walked backward to stay out of her sister’s reach. 

“Help me!” Marcy cried. “My dick is gone!” 

“Shut up and pay attention, wife! Unless you want to stay that way!”  Carol snapped. 

Marcy’s eyes looked like they were about to burst into tears, but she kept quiet. 

“Carol, what is this?”  Beth asked. 

“A Forbidden item.  One of the things I keep locked up under the shop is for everyone’s safety. It is an ancient and powerful artifact that only works within the bonds of sexual intercourse. When I suspected what was going on between you two, I dug it up.”  Carol explained. 

Beth had backed into the wall next to the bedroom door. 

Carol glanced at the disheveled sheets and saw the damp circle the lovers had left behind. 

“It shifts reality.”

Carol moved in close and was now face to face, looking down at her slightly shorter sister. “We live in a world where there was never a Marcus. Marcy was always a girl, and we had a lovely 2 dress wedding 4 years ago last week. I only remember otherwise because Marcus was my last sexual partner; you only remember him for the same reason.” 

“So pressing this button turned me into a girl?” Marcy asked. 

Carol turned around to see Marcy standing triumphantly at the table, hand hovering over the red jewel. She smiled so wide it hurt her cheeks, and she tried to suppress a laugh.

“That’s exactly what happened,” she said. 

“Well then!” Marcy said with a smile and pressed the jewel. Her smile wavered as she looked down at her tits still pressed and bulging in her too-small sports bra. She cupped her tits in her hands and actually tried to push them in. 

Carol strode across the room and slammed the lid of the box shut. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Came a man’s deep voice behind her. Where Beth had been now stood a 6’ tall man with close-cropped hair and a goate wearing a white suit with black loafers. 

Carol looped a padlock through the latch in the box lid and scrambled the combination lock. 

“Naughty girl, Marcy!” Carol said. “Didn’t I tell you the button was bound up with sexual intimacy? When you press it, your last sexual partner switches sexes. The legends are unclear as to why it was made, but it works! The proof is as plain as the tits on your chest and the cock between Ben’s legs”.

“Carol! I can’t go out like this!”  Ben pleaded, and then his hand went up to his throat as he heard how deep his voice had become. 

He stroked his chin and got a disgusted look on his face.  

He smoothed the front of his shirt, and then his hand went down between his legs and closed. He gasped as his fingers gripped the new bulge there. His gasp sharpened as he squeezed a little too hard. “Oh fuck!” He said.

“Good idea,” Carol said. “I’ll consider changing you both back if you are good and fucked…first!” 

“What?” Marcy squeaked in terror. 

“You heard me,” Carol said. “You, dear wife, are going to take my brother’s cock and I am going to watch.” 

She stepped face to face with the quivering girl and whispered in her ear, “I want to see the look in your eyes the first time his dick slides up into that new pussy you have.”

“Please, no.” Marcy whimpered.

“Then keep your pussy!” Carol said louder. “And without her help, you’re stuck with that dick! I’ll only let my husband use the button, not this bitch!” She said to Ben. 

“No!”  Ben said. “Marcus, please!”

“Marcy,” Carol interjected. “That girl’s name is Marcy”.

Marcy looked at Carol for mercy, but none was to be found. She looked down at her breasts, then up at Ben.

Her eyes drifted to the bedroom, and she grimaced.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “Ok. If that’s what it takes to make you happy.”

Carol’s eyes flared. “You think any of this will make me happy? Oh no! This isn’t about happiness, or reconciliation, or teaching a lesson, this is fucking revenge, and it’s going to take a lot more than this ONE time before I decide if I want to change you back! I literally have you both by the balls, and I’m going to squeeze!

You can stop at any time, but the moment you do, I fuck another man, break the link, and you are stuck with tits forever!”

She spun to face Ben while pointing at Marcy, “She is at my mercy, and you are at hers! If YOU don’t do everything I say, I’ll have her fuck some random frat boy, so your link is broken too! Do the two of you understand?” 

Ben and Marcy stood shaking in terror. As Carol stared into each of their eyes, they nodded. 

“Good! Now get in there and get undressed while I pop some popcorn!” 

In the bedroom, Marcy looked away from Ben as she fumbled, trying to reach the clasp of her sports bra, managing to get the clips parted one at a time until it finally fell open. Her breasts pushed the spandex garment out in front of her.  

As it slid down her arms, she paused and looked down at her breasts, cupping one and tracing her large areola with her finger. She shuddered at the sensitivity. In the kitchen, she could hear the whir of the Microwave intercut with a pop-pop.

‘The bitch was really making popcorn!’ Marcus thought to himself, resenting what she’s done to him

Sitting on the bed, Marcy bent forward to untie her sneakers. Her ponytail fell to the side of her face, and the weight of her tits almost pulled her over as she leaned.

With her shoes off, she cast a glance across the bed at Ben before she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her leggings to pull them down. 

Ben was still unbuttoning his shirt. It was strange doing it backward.

He pulled it off to find that he was wearing a plain v-neck white T-shirt, which he pulled up over his head and tossed aside.  

For a moment, he reached behind his back but remembered that he had no bra to unclasp, so he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his black leather belt.

He pulled his pants and underwear down at the same time; for the first time, he saw the penis between his legs. It was soft and hung lifeless from him. He touched it gently and bit his lip to avoid crying. 

Across the bed, Marcy was mourning her own loss as her fingers traced through the narrow tuft of pubic hair and probed the lips of her new labia. She slipped a finger between the lips and found the tiny nub of her clit, the sensitivity was surprising, but the sensation was horrifying.

She jerked her hand away and looked up at Ben, now naked, hairy chested with a cock that, though limp, was larger than the one Marcy had an hour ago.

She shivered. 

“Uh oh! Limp dick!” Carol mocked as she carried a chair from the dining table into the bedroom and set it at the foot of the bed. “You’re gonna have to bring that to life, Marcy; better get to work!”  She turned and left the room. 

Marcy climbed up on the bed and, with a shaking hand, wrapped her fingers around Ben’s penis and began to stroke, trying to replicate the way she had liked it when she had masturbated with her own dick.  

Ben’s cock gained a little girth but still didn’t get hard. 

“Do you know what the secret of a good hand job is?” Carol asked as she sat in her chair with a steel popcorn bowl balanced on her lap. “Step one, use your mouth.” 

Marcy fought back a retch as she lifted Ben’s cock to her lips and opened her mouth. It tasted bitter and a little like sweat. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing as she flicked her tongue around the head and under the shaft the way Carol used to do. Ben’s cock finally began to stiffen. When it was like a solid shaft, she pulled her mouth off. 

“” Oh my GOD! That felt so good!” Ben exclaimed. 

“Lay back, my sweet wife, so my Ben can see what it’s like to fuck a girl,”  Carol instructed. 

Marcy looked back at her wife. “Please don’t”.

“Leave anytime, but you’ll be in panties from now on,” Carol said harshly. 

Marcy closed her eyes and laid back with her head toward Carol. 

“Eyes open, girlie,” Carol commanded. 

Marcy opened her eyes and saw that Carol was standing over the bed, now looking down at her as Ben climbed up between her legs. 

“I’m sorry,” Ben said and thrust. His cock hit Marcy’s slit and then slid up her belly. 

“First-time jitters,” Carol said. “Marcy, you're gonna have to guide him in.” 

Marcy reached down and wrapped her hand around Ben’s cock. It was so large that her thumb didn’t touch the fingertips. She made sure it was lined up as Ben lowered himself. She felt it push through the folds of her lips,  and then it plunged in, and she felt a tremendous surge of sensation, pleasure, and sharp pain at the same time.

Her eyes went wide; she had just had her cherry popped.

As Ben started to rhythmically work his hips, she realized that she had a man’s dick inside her.   The feeling was insane; nothing was where it was supposed to be. Tears rolled down the sides of her face as she looked up at Carol, who was grinning down at her. 

In mere moments, Ben grunted, and Marcy could feel him spurting inside her. “Oh God,” she thought, “I’m full of sperm!” 

“There it is!” Said Carol’s mocking voice. “The moment you truly understand what it is to be fucked!”  

She bent down and kissed Marcy on the forehead.

Marcy felt Ben slide out of her, and then a trickle of liquid ran down her ass.

Another wet spot. 

“I want to see this at least eight more times in the next month, raw dog, with creampies,” Carol announced. “In thirty days, if I’m satisfied, I’ll press the button.   As long as you’re not pregnant, it should swap you back.” 

Marcy looked up at Ben in sheer terror as she felt his cum running down her backside. “Pregnant?”  she gasped. 

“Yup, The button of Erinth will never take a mother from a child. You get knocked up, it’s permanent, and I’m banning condoms. Good luck with that!”  Carol said as she walked out the door, slamming it behind her. 

—

Thirty days later, Marcy sat at the Dining room table. She was wearing a black and red low-cut minidress. Carol had forbidden her to wear anything masculine or modest all month. Ben sat beside her in Jeans and a T-shirt. The two held hands as they watched Carol fish the box out of her bag. 

“You sure you don’t want to go one last round before I press,” Carol mocked. “I noticed that Ben is hard from the beginning these days, and, Marcy, you try to hide it, but I know you’ve climaxed with Ben inside you at least twice now.” 

“Just push the button!” Marcy grumbled as she felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. The truth was that she had orgasmed every time for the past two weeks. 

“Watch that tone, or it’s another month in skirts, Missy,” Carol admonished. 

“Sorry, mistress.” Marcy lowered her head. 

“And we are keeping that attitude even when you have a dick, or I’m taking it away again!” Carol said. 

“Yes, mistress.” Marcy was utterly defeated. Even when returned to manhood, she would forever be the submissive slave of her wife. 

Carol opened the lid of the box. “Now that we’re clear.”  She said as she pushed down on the jewel and…..nothing happened.

Marcy looked at the box in astonishment.

Ben jerked his hand away and uttered, “Oh God NO!”

Marcy’s heart thundered, and she grew queasy in recognition of what this meant. 

“Well!”  Carol said. “Congratulations, Mommy-to-be!”