Unlike those pathetic soyboys, Warren sometimes got urges that his girlfriend wasn’t able to satiate. Can’t blame a bull for grazing, right? But if he knew Willow was a witch, he probably wouldn’t have cheated on her, no matter how hot her best friend was. He was prepared for hysterics, red-faced screaming when she found out, but was pleasantly surprised by calm she was being. Good to see she could be an adult about this. Admittedly he was confused she asked him to take off his pants, but he DID have that effect on women, even when they were mad at him. But of course that relief would be short-lived; Will’s smile fell off his face as he looked down. His very impressive penis was gone, and in it’s place was his very own pussy. He was too afraid to even touch it, staying frozen on the bed, eyes glued to the lack of anything attached to his crotch. In his nearly catatonic state, he could barely hear his (likely now ex-) girlfriend cackling hysterically. “So glad you like it, dear, I worked so hard on it.”

Before exiting to leave Will to his fate, Willow turned around, face feigning apology, “Silly me, I almost forgot: my farewell present comes with a little extra. Technically I used a bimbofication spell, and couldn’t QUITE isolate the secondary effects. But don’t worry, it didn’t touch the rest of you, so you’re still straight. Consciously anyway. That tight little hole of yours WILL be begging for cock, so I’d get to it, STUD. In the meantime, I’m off to see an old friend, so don’t wait up!” 

Even in the face of magic, this was unbelievable.  Imagining being intimate with another man, teasing his folds before entering him, maybe tugging on his hair a little to put him in his place… nonono, stop that. His brain was disgusted by the thought. The small puddle that was leaking out of him, however, betrayed deeper- hungrier!- base instincts.