Morina & the Switching Spell Ch. 16

"What do I do with the potion?" she asked.

"Give it to me. I'll hold onto it until we need it," I replied.

She slipped me the small, stoppered vial and I put it in my purse.

"Would you join me for breakfast?" I asked.

"I ate at the flat. My sex-crazed flat mate, Penny, might be a pain in the ass to live with, but at least she's willing to buy the ingredients I need for my potions as well as some groceries," Agatha replied.

"Do you mind sitting with me anyway?" I asked.

"You usually go back to the communications tent after these meetings. Is there some problem between you and Amanda?" she asked.

"No problem at all. I just want to give her a little more time," I replied.

"Time for what?" Agatha asked.

"You remember how upset she was yesterday because we wouldn't tell her the date of D-Day? She got mad at Lee when he pretended he knew and suggested sex in exchange for telling her the date. Amanda regretted it afterwards, so after the debriefing meeting, I let it slip in front of Lee that Amanda now knows the date," I said, smiling.

"Now that you mention it, maybe I'll join you in the mess tent for a cup of coffee. You know Morina, you're not so evil after all," she said, laughing.

***

Later, after lingering an additional 30 minutes over breakfast, I caught a glimpse of Lee halfway across the field on his way back to the 5-1-2 Squadron camp as I approached the communications tent.

"It's a good thing I gave them an extra half hour," I thought to myself.

Inside the tent, Amanda was sitting on the edge of her cot, staring off into space with a very "satisfied" look on her face. The front of her uniform was all askew and the tent reeked of sex.

"Geez, Amanda. How many times have I asked you to 'fumidify' the tent? Suppose Lieutenant Fisher or one of the corporals had walked in here?" I asked, taking out my wand. With a wave and a word, the odor was gone.

"Oh...hi, Morina," Amanda said dreamily.

"I take it you two made up?"

"Yes...everything's fiiine...now," she said in that same faraway voice.

"Uh, Amanda, your shirt is cockeyed. The buttons are in all the wrong holes," I told her.

"No...he got it in all the right holes," she said languidly.

"Oh, brother," I thought, rolling my eyes.

"Amanda, it's your turn for breakfast. Are you going or not?" I asked loudly.

"I'm...fine," she replied.

"Okay. Why don't you relax and take a little nap and I'll manage the store," I said as I swung her legs around, stretching them out on the cot.

Her head fell back onto the cot, and she was asleep in less than a minute.

The rest of the morning was quiet and uneventful. I made periodic checks on the radio frequency for the German conversation, but it was quiet all morning. Not a sound.

Every so often, one of the corporals would come in asking if there were any messages. Other than passing the word that Amanda was resting, there was nothing to report.

I woke Amanda up shortly before noon. She was a little sore in the places you'd expect, but otherwise she was back to her old self. I helped her fix the buttons on the front of her uniform and she left the tent for lunch, saying she would look for Lee first.

Shortly after she returned from lunch, I received another surprise visit from John. He came in with a young lieutenant behind him. I didn't recognize the lieutenant, who remained quiet while holding a small box that might have been big enough to hold two large apples. John was wearing his Air Marshal's uniform.

"A pleasure to see you, Your Lordship," I said formally, eyeing the lieutenant. There was something odd about his appearance.

"The pleasure is all mine, Morina," he said, placing his hands on both my shoulders and kissing me on the lips.

As much as I enjoy John's affection, I was uneasy about being kissed in front of this strange junior officer.

"John—Lord Ayresdon, do you think you should . . . Wait, is that a Concealio spell? Who's that underneath that disguise?" I asked, peering closely at the lieutenant.

"Oh, excuse me," he said smiling.

He whipped out his wand and pointed it at the lieutenant.

"Revealatia!" he chanted.

The lieutenant's appearance changed and, in his place, stood John's chef, Olga Romanescu.

"You've already met my chef, Olga, but I don't believe Miss Chanter has," he said, turning to Amanda.

"Gud to meet you again, Miss Spellman; 'allo Miss Chanter," Olga said in her thick eastern European accent.

"You too, Olga," I replied.

"Hello Olga," Amanda responded. She looked as puzzled as I felt.

"Let me tell you what I'm up to. Morina, I haven't yet been able to get clearance from Colonel Drummond for you to leave the airfield. But I brought along Olga to impersonate you for a short while, so we have some time to ourselves," he explained.

"Oh John, I'd love to, but I don't see how that's possible," I said.

"She's in enough trouble as it is, Your Lordship," Amanda added.

"I've thought about that," he said before turning to Olga, "Olga, take out the bottle."

Olga opened the box and reached in and held up a small bottle containing a glowing green liquid.

"That is a transmogrification potion. I took the liberty of giving that small lock of your hair to Olga, who's work with potions is every bit as good as her work as a chef. Once Olga drinks that potion, she will look and sound exactly like you for about ninety minutes. That will give us a little time together," John explained.

"Ninety minutes? Transmogrification potions only last an hour," I replied, correcting John.

"This one is made with wolfsbane from the Black Forest. That will give us an extra 30 minutes," he explained.

"With all respect, Your Lordship. If something comes up over the radio, Miss Romanescu won't be of much help to me. I can't run this operation all by myself. Besides, what happens if the corporals start piling in?" Amanda asked.

"Miss Chanter, it's only ninety minutes and I promise you we'll be back by then. I'll also promise you that Morina will be able to give you a salacious account of our activities when she returns," John replied.

Amanda smiled. That last sentence got her interested. But I also wondered what John had in mind by a "salacious account."

John saw Amanda was still hesitant.

"I can see that you're still not totally convinced. I don't blame you; I would be skeptical if I were in your position as well. That's why I asked Olga to bake you a pastry treat to give you an idea of the sort of thing I had in mind," he said, smiling.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's called a Devonshire Split. Olga, go ahead and give her the box."

Amanda looked inside the box and started laughing. She looked at me and then back in the box and laughed even harder. Curious, I walked over and looked inside.

Inside the box was a single pastry, consisting of what looked like a sweet bun with a sheen of sweet glaze on it. But the bun was split in the middle and filled with a whipped sweet cream. Embedded in the whipped cream was a round bit of dark chocolate that looked like it extended deep between the crack of the two halves of the bun. Below that, also in the creamy split was a strawberry sliced lengthwise, the tip of which pointed away from the bit of chocolate. Overall, the pastry looked like a woman's bottom with the red strawberry resembling her pussy and the dark chocolate her puckered taint. The bun itself looked like her rounded ass cheeks.

Looking at the bun, I felt horny and strangely embarrassed. Just what did John have in mind when we're alone?

"You've convinced me," Amanda said, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Now, Your Lordship?" Olga asked, holding the bottle of potion.

"Go ahead, Olga," John said, smiling.

Olga downed the contents of the bottle. Her skin took on a faint greenish glow as her appearance slowly morphed. I'm taller than Olga and her clothes began to stretch against her body. Olga quickly unbuttoned her shirt and skirt. I reached in my locker and took out my spare uniform. By the time I looked back, there was a nearly naked me wearing only a pair of oversized panties.

"Zank you, Morina," Olga said. Her voice sounded like me, but she still spoke with an eastern European accent.

"Olga, you should try not to talk while we're away," John suggested, picking up on the accent as well.

"Yes, Your Lordship," she said.

"Just one more detail left, and we can leave," John said, pointing his wand at me.

"Similatudinus Militar!" he chanted.

My outward appearance changed. I glanced in the mirror, and I now looked like the young lieutenant that Olga was previously disguised in.

"Shall we go, my dear?" John said, smiling.

"Have fun, you two! See you in ninety minutes!" Amanda said as we were leaving.

Ninety minutes isn't a lot of time, especially when thirty minutes is taken up with traveling back and forth to the cottage.

On the way, I kept thinking about that suggestive pastry and thinking of the possible positions it implied, especially with his use of the term "salacious account," as a backdrop.

Inside the cottage, John wasted no time.

"Revealatia!" he chanted, and my lieutenant disguise disappeared.

A second flick of his wrist and we were both standing naked beside each other. I stood on my toes and reached up and kissed him on the lips, holding the sides of his head with my hands. His erection poked me in the stomach.

After the kiss, I pumped his erection with one hand as he caressed my breasts.

"Just what did you have in mind?" I asked, smiling.

"Ah, the suggestive pastry. I'll fill you in on the details . . . after we switch bodies," he said with a mischievous grin.

I was stunned at first. His words were clear, but it was so different from what I had been thinking that it took a few seconds to sink in.

"Morina, you did promise me a demonstration on how the spell works," he said.

I recalled that first day I met John. I never actually promised a demonstration, but we had been so intimate, and he did say he would take care of Nigel Porter.

"Okay, I'll do it. But to make it work, we have to drink each other's cum," I said, as I bent my knees to put him in my mouth.

He stopped me.

"To save time, I suggest we do this on the bed. Are you familiar with the term soixante-neuf?" he asked.

"Yes, that should save time," I agreed.

He laid on his back and I climbed on top of him, facing his feet. I felt his arms reach around and hold my lower back and upper ass cheeks. Looking down, his cock was rigid and waiting for me. A glossy sheen of pre-cum oozed from the tip.

I grabbed the base of his cock and bent my head down with my mouth open when I felt him press down on my back and his wet tongue tickled the top of my inner labia and swirled around my clit.

"Ohhh!" I moaned, before I could put him in my mouth.

I clenched from his assault and tried to focus on pleasuring that warm staff in my hand, but that wet tongue against my pussy was too distracting. Pumping his tool firmly, I bent down and licked the head of his fleshy pole. He twitched beneath my grip as I lapped at the pre-cum that had accumulated around the tip.

Just as I was about to wrap my lips around the crown, he pressed down harder on the small of my back, pushing my vulva into his face and he drove his tongue deep into my pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned, picking my head up and savoring the feel of his wet tongue teasing my insides. I clenched at the tip of his tongue as he tickled my entrance. My arousal was further heightened by the feel of his nose against my perineum and puckered hole.

I squeezed his cock in my hand as I ground my pelvis against his face, frozen in place by the pleasurable assault on my groin. It was only after he released his grip on the small of my back and take a breath, that I was able to reciprocate his efforts.

I dove for his twitching tool, wrapping my lips just beneath its mushroom head, flagellating the tip with my tongue. His cock seemed to tingle against my lips and tongue as I drew him further into my mouth.

"Ohhh, ssshhhit!" John groaned, feeling his warm breath against my cunt.

I attacked his man meat, using my mouth to show him how horny he made me. I sucked on his cock as if it were a giant straw that I could somehow use to draw his seed up into my mouth. My tongue never stopped moving against his veiny rod as I pumped him with one hand and gently squeezed his sack with the other. I was salivating around his cock in anticipation of his release.

I felt John trying to lap at my juices, which were now flowing freely out of me, but my horny enthusiasm overwhelmed him. I made his cock feel too good for him to do much more than hold on and enjoy the pleasure I was giving him.

"Oh, oh, oh," he panted softly. He had thrown his head back and his warm breath blew into my ass. His sack contracted beneath my hand.

I pumped him hard and was rewarded with an eruption of his salty jizz in my mouth.

"Sshhitt!" he shouted at my ass.

I swallowed quickly, but after the third or fourth spurt, the combination of his cock, his sperm, and my saliva was more than my mouth could hold and the combined fluids leaked past my lips and down his shaft, coating my hand that was still pumping away.

I swallowed again before taking him out of my mouth to take a breath. He was still ejaculating, no doubt aided by my hand pumping his cock, and his man cream splattered on my cheeks and chin.

I bent down to clean him off and was licking the sides of his shaft when I felt his breath and then his lips around my clit, followed closely by a finger probing my sex.

"Mmm!" I moaned, distracted from tonguing the side of his cock.

He found my pleasure spot and he massaged it with his finger while his tongue did the same on my hooded button. A familiar warm feeling spread upwards from my groin as my body prepared to orgasm.

No longer able to use my mouth for anything other than panting and moaning, I collapsed with my head on his pelvis and stared vacantly at my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, grinding my clit against his tongue, and slowly clenching the finger inside me.

"Right there, right there, right there," I panted quietly as my whole body tightened.

He pressed harder with his tongue and finger until---

"Ooh, fuck!" I moaned and came on his face.

John lapped at my sex, prolonging my orgasm as I shook in pleasure above him. It seemed to last forever.

Once it was over, I felt him tapping my thigh, urging me to get up. I still had his softening prick in my hand, so I pumped him twice and kissed the head before lifting my pelvis.

"Get up, Love, or we won't have enough time for the main event," John panted, caressing my butt.

I crawled off him and helped him off the bed.

"What do we do next?" he asked.

"We need to sit down on the floor. Cross your legs and hold out your hands," I instructed.

I sat across from him and held his hands.

"Close your eyes. You're going to get dizzy from this," I said.

I watched him close his eyes before I closed my own and started the chant.

"Kindred spirits, / Exchanging goals, / Pliant lovers, / Reverse their souls!"

The room darkened and got colder. The whirlwind between us started, but quickly faded and disappeared and the room returned to normal.

I opened my eyes.

"Nothing happened. It didn't work," I said.

John opened his eyes. He looked disappointed.

"Why didn't it work? Did you use the wrong chant?" he asked.

"I don't think so. That should have worked. These chants have to be pretty specific. Was there anything I chanted that didn't seem true to you?" I asked.

A look of panic briefly crossed his face, followed quickly by a smile.

"Maybe the 'kindred spirits' part. I am a Lord, after all," he suggested.

I didn't think that would make a difference, since I used the term 'kindred' as a common emotion or belief, but since the spell didn't work, it wouldn't hurt to try a change.

"Okay, let's try it. Close your eyes," I instructed.

Again, I watched him close them before I began.

"Magic beings, / Exchanging goals, / Pliant lovers, / Reverse their souls!"

The room darkened and got cold, but this time the whirlwind was stronger and lasted 20 to 30 seconds. I clearly felt the sensation of being swept up and being pulled sideways in the whirlwind. When I opened my eyes, I was looking at my naked body for the second time this afternoon, only this time it was John, not Olga.

"You can open them now," I said in John's deep voice.

John opened his eyes. He smiled with open astonishment.

"Oh my God! It worked!" he exclaimed in my female voice.

I smiled and stood up. I reached down and extended my hand to help him up. It felt strange to be so tall.

John was checking out his new body - my body. He ran his hands along his smooth skin and enjoyed the feeling of those sensitive breasts and nipples with one hand while reaching for my clit and pussy with the other.

"Morina, you're a genius! You really did it!" he said, smiling widely.

"I'm glad you appreciate my work," I said, laughing.

Watching John touch himself, or what was now himself was making me horny. I felt my erection growing and I started rubbing my cock.

"Do you mind turning around so I can look at my back and ass? I've never been able to see it before," John asked in a sexy female voice. His British accent sounded strange coming from my voice.

I turned and looked back, watching him looking at my ass. He was smiling approvingly.

"You can turn back around now," he said in his British accent.

"What did you have in mind for this afternoon now that we've exchanged bodies? We should probably get started if we're going to get back on time," I asked.

"I enjoyed taking your ass so much, I thought you might want to experience it for yourself," he said, turning around, bending over, and pulling his cheeks apart.

My cock twitched at the gesture.

"The butter crock is out on the table," he said, bending over the table and resting on his elbows.

I stood behind him, admiring my own ass. Pre-cum was forming at the tip and I thought briefly about tasting it again, but dismissed it, remembering we were on a limited time schedule. I reached for the crock of butter and removed a generous glob of butter, coating it liberally over my cock. The butter was room temperature, and the oily substance increased my sensitivity. This body had cum only about 5 minutes ago but was already erect enough to go again.

Taking another glob of butter, I applied it to John's asshole, spreading it around the area before inserting a finger inside.

John moaned as I penetrated him with my finger. I moved it around to make sure the circumference was thoroughly coated.

"Oh fuck, Love. That feels so good! Your ass is so sensitive," he cooed.

"Are you ready for a second finger?" I asked.

"I'll probably cum if you do, but go ahead," he said.

I slid a second finger inside, stretching the muscular ring. The ring closed down on my fingers, grasping them tightly, holding them before releasing, only to grasp and hold them again.

"So...fucking...good!" John panted.

My cock twitched. It wanted to be in that ass in place of my fingers.

I moved my fingers in and out of John's ass (my ass?) in a fucking motion.

"Ooooh!" John moaned and his knees buckled, pushing my fingers deeper inside.

He clamped down on my fingers, which were now holding him up by his ass. He shuddered in a small orgasm from the pressure against his sphincter. I waited with my fingers inside him until he recovered and was better able to support himself on his legs.

"Morina, ...put it in...Fuck my ass . . . please!" he panted in a soft voice.

My cock twitched and I felt a drop of pre-cum land on my foot. I withdrew my fingers from his ass and stroked myself as I teased him by sliding the tip of my cock along his perineum and buttered taint. John reached around and pulled his cheeks apart, giving me better access and indicating how anxious he was to feel me inside.