Lost CYOA: My Little Wizards: Shitposting is Magic

>Today, school was pushing the "importance of extra curricular activites", and would be forcing everyone to go to at least one club today
>You think to yourself, "fuck it," and duck into the classroom nearest to you, hoping to get it over with quickly
>"Magic Club" is written on the chalkboard
>A girl stands at the front, wearing a cape and fed- wizard's hat
>She's even holding a wand
>"This is not what I signed up for," you hear someone say as the push past you
>"Yeah. I thought we were going to play some MTG. I'm out," another says, following, a deck of cards in hand
>"Fine! Leave! See if Trixie cares," the girl says, frustrated
>"Oh, you there!" she says, pointing to you, "Are you here to view the pinnacle of the illusory arts, performed by none other than the Great and Powerful Trixie? Or are you another one of those ridiculous "Yu-Gi-Oh" aficionados, or whatever they are?"
>"Those Yu-Gi-Cunts can go fuck themselves. I'm much more interested in actual magic and illusions than I am in children's card games," you reply
>Trixie's face puts on a wide grin, and she throws her arms up into the air, letting her cape flutter a bit as she does so
>"Then welcome to the greatest experience of your life," she says rather bombastically
>"Now, if Trixie may inquire, what is your name?"
>"Femanon," you reply
>The girl rubs her chin
>"I knew a guy with a rather similar name, once," she says offhandedly
>"Now, where to begin? You are the only one who's come for the right reasons, so you may choose where we start."
>"Teach me how to make a tulpa," you ask
>Trixie turns her head, staring at you with a very strange look
>"You know, a tulpa. I've been researching on tulpae a lot recently, and I really, really want one. It's this Tibetan sort of thing, kind of like a cross between imaginary friend and spirit animal or some shit, I don't know..."
>You continue to ramble on and on about wanting a tulpa
>"Stop," you hear, interrupted, "Trixie wishes for you to stop. Please. I do not know about 'tulpa'. I am a wizard, not a crazy person. Now, please, if we can, let's begin somewhere sensible."
>You curse inwardly; you really wanted to know how to make a tulpa
>"Fine. Tell me about the history of magic"
>"Ah, now that is indeed a good place to begin. You see..."
>Your eyes bulge as she begins to go on, the words coming at you ceaselessly as she goes on and on about magic
>"But, most importantly, I believe the art of magic is divided into two periods. The Pre and Post-Trixian eras. Now you get to watch history unfold before you. Awe inspiring, I know"
>"Mm, very"
>Trixie approaches you, arms crossed, and stares at you for a moment
>"So, what interests you in Trixie's Magic Club?"
>Wordlessly, you take a flute from your pocket
>Your begin to play beautiful music, dark and secret, known only to the Celtic Witches
>As you finish, Trixie looks rather nonplussed
>"You are... One of us?" she stammers out
>"Of course, sister"
>Trixie grabs you, putting you in a bear hug
>You hug her back, letting one of your hands make its way down to her ass, gently squeezing her plump bottom with your hand
>"Femanon, what are you doing?"
>Trixie breaks the hug, lightly pushing you away, again looking at you strangely
>"That, uh, wasn't on purpose," you say
>Trixie eyes you with incredulity
>"Just, let's forget about that," you say, blushing
>"Anyways, wanna grab a lunch together?"
>The air is filled with an awkward silence
>"Trixie does need to eat after this is all said and done, and it seems you are the only person to have come, so fine. Trixie shall lunch with you, Femanon."
>"Uh, before we go, I was curious... What is your rank in the sisterhood?"
>Trixie's posture instantly changes to one much more pompous, almost regal
>"As of right now, the Great and Powerful Trixie is a Grand Magi! Someday, I aspire to be Grand Wizard. I just know it'll happen. And yourself?"
>You sigh, scratching at the back of your head
>"I'm just an initiate for now..."
>Trixie puts her hand on your shoulder, pulling you next to her
>"The realm of the Celtic Witches is an interesting one, is it not? You shall rise up the ranks in no time, I am sure. Truly, anyone who can see the brilliance of Trixie enough to come here is brilliant enough themselves."
>You couldn't believe that a Grand Magi was in your presence
>Your mind swirled with dark thoughts
>If you killed her, you could take her badge and usurp her place in the sisterhood...
>The untold powers of illusion and mysticism... All yours for the taking? She wouldn't expect a thing
>"Ah, ambition! I like that in a person, Femanon."
>"W-What?" you mumble out, your heart stopping in its place
>"Killing me really would help you a great deal in your ascension. Though, I would advise against trying. Trixie's powers are far and above anything you could even begin to comprehend. It's the thought that counts, though," she says, a big smile on her face
>"Ha ha, yeah..." you get out
>Maybe it would be best not to try and kill her after all
>"I just would like to say, Trixie, that you have quite a rack on you," you say in a completely nonsexual way
>She nods, as if it were the most obvious statement she'd heard in weeks
>"This Trixie knows. Trixie's body is a temple to excellence in the highest degree. Everyone knows that purity and physical perfection is needed to reach the highest levels of the sisterhood, and Trixie does intend on becoming a Grand Wizard," she replies
>"Now, where is it that you would like for us to eat, Femanon?"
>"Well, we co-"
>"Ah. Trixie does indeed enjoy their food. Let us go, then"
>You are, once again, completely flabbergasted by her powers
>Of the few sisters you'd ever ha the chance to meet, Trixie was certainly the most powerful
>Mind reading, after all, was a talent possessed by close to none, and most who did attain it only procured it after decades of training
>A thought crosses your mind, that the greatest honor would be to carry her magical offspring
>"Oh, Femanon. Trixie does like you, quite a great deal, really. If you would so accept it, Trixie would gladly impose her offspring upon you," she says with a smile
>"However, the ritual is dangerous. And you do know the kinds of unholy spawn that will be brought into this world from our dark pact, no?"
>"I've never heard of anything like that when it came to sisterly inception..."
>"Oh, well, Trixie just assumes. Trixie's powers are great and powerful, beyond comprehension even by myself at times. Of course my mystic seed would only sow destruction upon the earth," she says matter of factly
>You simply nod
>"Even so... I still wish to bear your children," you say
>"Trixie knows. You are ambitious. Carrying my offspring within you would surely increase your rank. I do not know the effects myself, so perhaps even magical prowess as well."
>The bell rings, signaling the day's end
>"Perfect," Trixie states, "Meet me outside, Femanon"
>With that, she packs her things and leaves
>You stand, dumbfounded, still trying to realize what it is you've stumbled upon, or what it is you've gotten yourself into
>Once you gather yourself a bit, you leave and see Trixie standing outside of what seems to be an old, weather-worn carriage
>"The ritual shall take place in here," she says to you
>Trixie opens the door, leading you into the carriage
>Your mouth drops as you enter
>Stepping inside, your find yourself at the foot of a staircase, long stretches of hallway to your right and left
>Holding your hand, Trixie pulls you along up the stairs
>Making many twists and turns, you eventually come upon a dark, oaken door
>Trixie pushes it open, and the two of you step inside a dim room, lit by a few candles placed in a circle on the floor
>You can make out faint glyphs in the candlelight, ringing the walls of the room
>"So, uh, what do I do?"
>Trixie closes the door behind her before turning to you
>"Well, to start off, you must be naked. That much is obvious, as this is a fertility ritual," she says
>You nod, and begin to undress
>Bringing your hands to your skirt, you quickly shimmy out of it, letting it drop to the floor
>Next, you turn to your blouse, pulling it up off over your head
>Unclasping your bra, your breasts jiggle freely in the cold air of the room
>Finally pulling down your panties, they hit the ground as you turn back to Trixie, blushing
>"Trixie likes what she sees," she says, smirking
>"Now, you must lay down inside the circle for us to truly begin"
>You walk over to the circle, the candles causing the shadows to seemingly dance as the fire flickers
>Laying yourself down, you close your eyes
>A deep murmur, silent yet powerful, begins to fill the room around you, and faint chanting starts to fade in from nothingness
>The chanting gets louder and louder, and you feel the ground beneath you tremble and quake
>It must be Trixie, you think, though the voice is chanting with an unworldly timbre in a language you cannot understand
>You feel a slashing at your wrists, your life leaving you, pooling around you in a warm puddle
>A wave of pain streaks through your body as you feel something expand within you, crushing bone as it writhes within your body
>Excrutiating pain lashes out at you, going on for what seems like an eternity as you beg for it to end
>Suddenly, everything stops
>"Femanon?"
>Your eyes slowly open, and you see Trixie staring down on you
>All the pain you had felt was gone now
>You spring your hands in front of you, examining them
>Everything is as it should be
>Trixie helps you up to your feet
>"In a few weeks, you will give birth. Trixie cannot promise it will be as pleasant," she says, holding a hand against your flat stomach
>You exhale deeply, the being within you already seeming to drain your energy noticeably even in its early stages
>However, you feel... Stronger, magically
>"I can't imagine anything being much worse than what just happened..."
>"You won't have to imagine it," Trixie replies
>You look down at your stomach, realizing you are still naked from the ritual, and blush
>However, something else catches your eye, causing you to recoil
>"Oh, Trixie forgot to mention possible side effects. I'm unsure if the phallus is permanent. It's rather becoming on you though, so don't fret too much. Dark and powerful fertility magics do odd things sometimes," Trixie says with a slightly bemused shrug
>You poke at your new organ timidly, frightened by its sudden appearance
>It engorges, expanding
>You freak out, panicked, having absolutely no idea what to do
>The only thing you do know, is that you want to stick your new found member... In basically everything everywhere
>Trixie's body has now taken on a much more sensual form as you perceive it, and the thought of putting it in her crosses your mind
>"I'm afraid not, Femanon. You don't get to be a wizard of Trixie's power by having sexual encounters willy-nilly every time one grows a new body part. You know Trixie's ambitions, so Trixie must politely decline."
>Trixie must be out of her mind if she thinks you'll take no for an answer
>You pounce on her, pushing her down to the floor, pinning her
>"W-What?! My magic!" she yells
>You violently pull her pants down, revealing her virgin body
>"P-Please stop, Femanon..."
>You cackle, a manic smile plastered on your face
>You blink, and she's gone, your body hovering over empty floor
>"Really, Femanon? It was somewhat humorous to watch, but please, you know that Trixie is the master of illusions. That was still very cute though," she says with a grin, putting her hands against her face as if she were looking on a small kitten
>You feel completely overwhelmed by the days events, not to mention the fact that you've added 'baby' and 'penis' to your body
>You collapse onto the ground, completely blacked out
>What seems like only a moment later, you open your eyes
>"Welcome back to the land of the living, Femanon. Most stay in their comas for far longer than two days," you hear as your eyes flutter open
>Looking down along your body, you can already see your belly forming a noticeable, if slight, bump
>You clench at your chest, wracked with pain
>You're starving
>"I think we might go do that lunch thing, now. Where was it you wanted to go? And by the way, I'm sorry if your clothes don't fit so well anymore, what with the new appendage."
>As soon as she mentions lunch, a five dollar footlong pops into mind
>"Well, Subway it is!" Trixie says, "We'll go once you're ready"
>She leaves the room, lightly closing the door behind her
>You get out of bed, still completely naked, and spot your clothes on a nightstand
>Looking down at yourself, you notice that you have an erection and frown
>You put on your clothes, scowling as your skirt bulges forward as your dick pokes out from your panties
>God damn it
>You trust that it'll be gone by the time you get to Subway, and leave with Trixie
>"I'll have a Meatball Marinara, and she'll just have a BLT," Trixie says as she orders for the both of you
>You get your food and sit down next to each other
>"Our child shall be very powerful..." Trixie states, pressing her hand against your stomach
>You look over at her somewhat deviously as you eye her body before shaking your head, trying to keep those thoughts at bay
>Doing so is harder than you'd expected, though
>"Why don't we test out this new addition to my body?" you say almost thoughtlessly
>Trixie laughs
>"I've seen others afflicted by this in the past, but none ever so badly as you. It's adorable."
>You blush, embarrassed
>You continue to eat beside Trixie, your meal almost finished
>Once you're done, you wait for Trixie to finish and throw away her food for her
>"Thanks, Femanon," she says with a soft smile
>You take her hand, lightly laying your lips on its back
>She blushes, and you blush right back at her
>"Femanon..."
>"Let's go back to my place," you say
>"You know that-"
>"I know, I know. Just, c'mon, no ulterior motives"
>Trixie nods and follows you to your house
>"My... It's quite large, Femanon"
>"Well, I owe that to my parents... My butler raises me now that they've passed..." you say, trying to suppress the memories of your parents' shooting outside the opera so many years ago
>You lead her inside, showing her your parents' vast collections of artifacts and paintings, before making your way to your room
>"That's quite a bed," Trixie says
>"Very spacious. Maybe too spacious for one person..." you say, "But what I really wanted to show you was what I've been collecting lately," you say, pointing her to your collection of books
>"Femanon! Are these what I think they are?"
>You nod
>"The Ancient texts of the Sisterhood of the Celtic Witches. Many of them at least. I started looking for these a long time before I joined..." you say
>"May Trixie peruse your collection? Trixie's powers would surely have something to gain from doing so"
>"Yes, but..." you say, "You must teach me some of your more powerful spells. Something!"
>Trixie scratches at her chin
>"This is fine with Trixie. What is it that you would like to learn? Few things are too big to ask the Great and Powerful Trixie, so simply ask away, Femanon."
>"Orgasm enhancing spell would do the trick," you say
>Trixie bursts out laughing, rolling on the floor as tears form on her eyes
>"Of all the things!" Trixie says through laughter, "You're really letting that thing speak for you way too much, Femanon."
>After collecting herself, Trixie takes a deep breath and stands back up
>"Fine. Trixie will teach you. Trixie assumes you have a basic grasp of magic. All you must do is focus all your energy into your, well, I guess you have a choice in the matter, but focus it into whatever organ you want as you orgasm"
>She rolls her eyes
>"Trixie is a bit disappointed. That's a relatively basic skill. I was opening up powers cosmic to you, you know."
>Without thinking, you begin to focus your magic on your crotch
>Suddenly, another cock springs up
>You yelp, falling onto your ass
>Trixie laughs, trying to keep herself from falling back onto the floor
>"F-Femanon! J-Just... Wow."
>"Fix it!"
>"Don't worry, it'll go away in a minute or two. But do be more careful," Trixie says, trying to hold back riotous laughter
>"If you want, we may have time for one more lesson. Otherwise, I hope you do know we are having a sisterhood meeting soon. Those don't happen often, so we'd better attend"
>"No, it's fine, it's fine," you say, "I'll just get ready for tonight."
>"Trixie will wait here, then"
>You make your way to your bathroom and undress as you run a warm bath
>Once the tub is filled, you slip your self in, feeling your muscles relax in the hot water
>Your hand brushes against your dick, and you jump, still startled by its existence
>"I shouldn't do this..." you think to yourself as you weigh on whether or not to toy around with your new part
>You feel around your crotch, noticing that the second dick had already dissipated, as Trixie said it would
>Nervously, you begin to stroke yourself, focusing your thoughts onto your new member
>The sensation is alien, and you find yourself moaning loudly as your mind is overloaded with pleasure
>The next thing you know, you're covered in your own semen
>You spit some of it out of your mouth, and try to wash yourself off
>"Is everything okay in there?"
>"Uh, sure..."
>"You know I know. No point in lying, Femanon"
>You shrug in the tub and sigh
>The water wasn't warm enough
>Your dick felt raw
>Trixie's body called for you
>If only you could get rid of this stupid thing and have some fun with Trixie
>"Wishing for things doesn't make them happen, Femanon. Now get ready. We've got a meeting to go to."
>You shrug
>Getting up from the tub, you dry yourself off and scrounge around for some clothing
>Finally, you find your Initiate's Robe, a rather graceful piece of clothing if you didn't say so yourself
>However, the fact that you now had a noticeable bulge in the crotch region was a bit frustrating
>You put on your large wizard hat, ready for a night on the town
>Damn you looked good
>"Ready?" Trixie asks
>"Ready"
>The two of you begin walking, Trixie leading the way to the meeting
>As the two of you walk about, you focus all of your energy on attempting to read Trixie's mind
>Through all the strain, you're able to pick up faint images, though nothing concrete
>Trixie laughs
>"You know, Trixie doesn't think this is the best use of your time. It's of no use," she says
>Regardless, you push on, and Trixie simply rolls her eyes
>Eventually, you do get a flicker of something in your mind's eye
>It's you, naked
>Trixie blushes
>"Trixie underestimated you... But let's get on with the meeting," she says, knocking on a brick wall
>The wall opens up, leading to a large room with a large round table in the middle
>Women are milling about, all of them in wizard's robes
>"Welcome, Grand Magi," one of the women says, bowing as Trixie passes
>She brings you near the table, stopping
>Trixie turns and begins to make smallchat with you
>An itching feeling begins in your breasts, but you try to push it out of mind, along with the life burgeoning inside of you
>You notice that no one has yet taken a seat
>"THE GRAND WIZARD HAS ARRIVED" is bellowed by the crier, and the room goes silent
>A woman in long robes, cloaked by her hood, walks into the room and sits down at the table
>Trixie takes your hand and sits you down next to her
>More follow, until each seat is filled
>"We should not have met until the next winter solstice," the Grand Wizard says, "However, I have come upon a very valuable possession in the world next ours."
>You squirm a bit in your seat as the itching on your chest continues
>Looking down, you see your breasts have grown noticeably larger
>The women around the table gasp as you hear a clanking sound
>Looking up, you see that the Grand Wizard has thrown a crown into the center of the table
>"We finally have the means of fulfilling our aeons old goal. It was hidden away, well, but not well enough"
>You swallow and let out a quiet breath, trying to keep the itching in your breasts out of mind
>You feel the fabric of your robes beginning to stretch, almost fray, but keep your head raised in a vain attempt to keep it out of mind
>However, the swelling in your chest continues
>You feel your bra snap, causing heads to turn your way as the Grand Wizard speaks
>Finally, your robe rends itself at your bosom with a loud rip, your enlarged breasts plopping onto the table in front of you
>Everything is silent, and you find everyone staring at you
>You blush, trying to cover yourself up with your arms
>"What is the meaning of this?" the Grand Wizard asks
>"Uh... I..." you stutter, unable to answer
>"I have half a mind to put you to death for simply interrupting me, initiate."
>"That's probably all the mind you got," you retort
>A murmur moves about the table as the witches gasp at your words
>The cloaked coven head raises a hand, and once more the room goes still
>"Initiate, I-"
>"Grand Wizard, this is somewhat Trixie's fault," Trixie interrupts
>"Of course it is, Grand Magi Trixie. Of course it is."
>"Trixie would just like to expl-"
>The Grand Wizard waves her hand, and Trixie ceases to speak, slumping down her chair, looking almost frightened
>"This gathering here is of the utmost importance. You two have made a mockery of our traditions here. Explain to me, initiate, why I should not simply destroy you where you sit and go on with business?"
>All eyes are on you, waiting for an answer
>You sit, silent
>You try to think of something to say in response, but the itch in your chest is overwhelming
>Gradually, though visibly, your breasts were still expanding
>Futilely, you try to stop them by just wrapping your arms around your breasts and pushing against them
>You were starting to look like a god damned Necromancer
>"U-Uh..." you stammer out
>"You are trying my patience!" the Grand Wizard shouts, banging her fist on the table

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At this point, the thread dies. 'Twas shitposting that killed the beast. After this point, CYOA is getting clamped down on. Sorry folks.