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Part one of three. [first added 01/09/2014, expanded] Categories:Fast Transformation Magical Transformations Multiple Transformations Revenge Sexual Punishment Keywords:Heterosexual Wet Dream By RavenRift ----------------------------------------------------------------------- - This is specifically XXX smut that will be updated from time to time with new chapters. Each chapter will feature a different scenario, and the table of contents will tag each chapter with keywords and cup-size so you can skip and read at your leisure. I will attempt to write each chapter so that they can be skipped if desired, but with an underlying plot for those that wish to read in its entirety. If you enjoy it please leave a review. It's the only way I can get feedback from readers, since all reads do are give me an idea of how many people found it, not necessarily who liked it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- - TABLE OF CONTENTS Use ctrl+f to search the chapter tag. Prologue. . . . . . . [CH000] (Masturbation, B-Cup) Synopsys. . . . . . . [tl;dr] Chapter 1 . . . . . . [CH001] (Redhead, DD-Cup) Chapter 2 . . . . . . [CH002] (Secretary, mmf Threesome, D-Cup) Chapter 3 . . . . . . [CH003] (Teacher, Stripping, DD-Cup) Chapter 4 . . . . . . [CH004] (Librarian, F-Cup) Chapter 5 . . . . . . [CH005] (Cowgirl, Masturbation, D-Cup) Chapter 6 . . . . . . [CH006] (Bondage, ftm Transformation) Chapter 7 . . . . . . [CH007] (Cheerleader, Gangbang, H-Cup) Chapter 8 . . . . . . [CH008] (Stewardess, C-Cup) Chapter 9 . . . . . . [CH009] (Magician's Assistant, Public, DD-Cup) Chapter 10. . . . . . [CH010] (Cultural - Native American, G-Cup) ======================================================================= Prologue [CH000] ======================================================================= It was a long day. I had just inspected the newest skyscraper's foundation and had a few run-ins with the foreman about some problems. He didn't think the foundation was as structurally unsound as I thought it was and a whole slew of other problems that will melt away as soon as I grabbed a drink. I sat down at the bar next to Jason, my self- proclaimed wingman, and ordered a scotch. "You came back?" he asked with an eyebrow raised, "I thought that bitch ganked you in the back alley." He took another sip. "What are you talking about?" I asked. He seemed concerned since normally he would already have a girl lined up for me. Instead he was alone with all exits in sight and jumpy about everyone that walked by. "That girl, earlier, the goth chick you tried picking up without even saying a word to me! Man, she was pissed, I thought you would at least wait a week or two before returning." Jason's dark brown hair seemed to have a little white in it. It's been losing its color for some time, this past week must have been pretty stressful, especially since I haven't been to the bar yet. His hazel eyes seemed distant somehow. "Jason," I started, "I've been tied up at work all day. I wasn't even sure about coming here now, let alone during my inspection earlier." "Well," he said with a sigh of relief, easing up from his previous intensity, "Good. That chick was pissed. Pretty hot though," he said with a smirk, losing a little bit of his beer as I hit him in the side. We talked for a bit, he checked out girls, overall the night was pretty normal. To my relief Jason never tried to get any girls over to introduce me, probably in fear of drawing attention tonight after what he described. This guy that looked similar to me apparently started molesting some poor girl, and even tried dragging her out of the bar. He sounded pretty drunk from the way Jason described his inability to stand, but apparently he tried to leave and the girl followed him out and had a screaming match. Jason never really thought it was me, since that's not my style, but thought it might be the drink. I don't think bars are places to meet girls, I want to meet someone with class at a library or something. Not the place I go to unwind. The girls here aren't the settling type, or the respectable for that matter. I looked to the corner where the goth girl Jason described was. She was still fuming wither her two friends, and none of them ever looked up from their conversation. She was hot, like Jason said, long dark hair, easy C or D cup, slim waist, wide hips. Even all the black and chains wasn't too distracting from the overall piece. Her eyes drifted up and met mine for a moment and I could feel my heart stop. All I could see was pure, unhindered rage, and I quickly looked away and went back to the conversation with Jason. We stayed for about 3 hours total before calling it a night. I hadn't too much to drink, but walked anyway since my apartment was only a few blocks away. I made my way across the bar's emptying parking lot when the streetlight above me started to flicker. I looked up at it, unable to hear the typical sound of faulty circuits, and became uneasy. It went completely black he second I stood directly under it, so I hurried my pace. The next light did the same thing, flickering, soundlessly, and going pitch black as I stood under it. The moon wasn't out tonight, and most of the shops had already turned off their lights for the night. No cars could be heard, only my own heart pounding further and further from my chest. I picked the pace up once more. A figure rounded the corner ahead, but I didn't pay it any mind and kept walking, until their light went out as well. This caught my attention, making me stop dead in my tracks. I stood, paralyzed in horror, as this figure walked forward, putting the lights out above her. I eventually gathered myself enough to turn around only to see a second figure doing the same. I darted down the nearest alley telling myself that I was only dreaming. My breath was heavy, and my feet sore, but I didn't pay it any mind and continued to run. About halfway down the alleyway the streetlight ahead went out and another figure stepped in after me. I turned behind me and saw the previous two walking down to me. There were no windows to escape through, no walls to climb. All I could do is get out my federal ID badge and announce that assaulting me would carry heavier consequences than an average person. It was my only defense, weak. I was grabbed by my shoulders and pinned against the wall. It was the goth girl from the bar, as I expected, and her two friends. "I warned you to go home and nothing would happen you stupid piece of shit," she hammered out, spitting purposefully in my face. I tried to talk, but the blond on the right interrupted. It was dark, but she was very clearly wearing a lot of pink. She seemed to be a preppy girl fresh out of college, still holding onto the previous years, "-who said you could talk?" she spat out, "you lost that right when you targeted our sister here." Our? Sister? It made sense now why this bunch would band together. At least I have comfort in that I guess. The redhead on the left piped up, "you know guys, I don't think that it-" "-Shut up Lilah," the dark haired goth said, "It's my attacker and I say it's him." "Well, just, his aura-" She said trying to defend me again, but the blond waived her hand and the redhead was unable to speak even though her mouth moved. "I- I- was a- at work all d-da-" I tried to say, unable to property form my words before the goth took her hands off me and waived her hand as well, silencing my tongue. "Leanne," the goth said, "let Lilah talk. We need her for the hex." It all sounded surreal. Aura? Hex? Seriously? I always belvied there was a little something more the world had, but I had never wanted to find out like this. The blonde, Leanne, waved her hand and released Lilah from her hold. "Here's the candle Lara, I'm sure you want the honors." She handed the goth, who I assume is Lara, a black candle and a match. I fell to my knees, too weak to stand, and looked to Lilah for help, but she refused to look me in the eye. "You messed with the coven, boy." Lara said, lighting the match on my nose and bringing the flame to the candle. "You want to objectify a woman, that's fine. You will feel the same displeasure tenfold." She poured some of the wax over my head burning my scalp and chanting. "You will forever be the desire of those around you, and fulfill their fantasies like how you said you wanted me to fulfill yours." She poured more wax over my head and the other two chanted something equally incoherent. "I'll show you a mercy, though, one that you would not have shown me. You will not be any object, but only a slave to an extreme desire." I had no idea what she meant or was talking about, but she poured more wax over my head as all three chanted something in unison. "Go home. Look in a mirror. You have until sunrise to familiarize yourself. Enjoy your day off tomorrow, Steven Hallows." She dropped the candle to the ground, putting out the flame with the drop. The change in lighting messed with my eyes slightly, but when I came to they were gone and the street lights at either end of the alley were lit. All that was left behind was the black candle she dropped with some weird symbol on it, but I kicked it as hard as I could under the dumpster in frustration. I scanned my body and gave myself a pat- down. Everything seemed normal. Maybe I let the heat of the moment get to me. Magic? I wish it were real, but seriously dont think that could honestly happen. Besides, if she did know magic than she could tell that my name wasnt Steven Hallows, its Dean Collins. As soon as I got in the apartment I stripped off my clothes and stumbled to the bathroom. I originally was going to shower, but after that fiasco a bath would soothe the nerves a little more. I drew the water and threw some soup bubbles in, then turned to the mirror. Everything looks to be in order, I thought to myself, rubbing the stubble on my chin. I grabbed the shaving cream, but it was out, so I threw it away and reached under the sink for a new can. I popped the cap off and sprayed some in my hand. I looked in the mirror to apply it, but my facial hair was gone. I stared at myself for a good twenty seconds before a wave of heat overcame me. Ive had hot flashes before when sick, but this was a wave of comfort. I looked in the mirror to see my face slightly slimmer, and my skin was much smoother. I rubbed my cheek only to feel a heavenly softness and... nails? I looked at my hand to see my nails have grown quite a bit, but perfectly filed and kept. My chest started burning with the same orgasmic intensity the rest of my body felt as it molded itself into two new breasts, barely large enough for a training bra. As that started my hips gained the same burning intensity my chest had. I stared at the mirror to see my hips expand slightly wider than my shoulder, which were now supporting a solid A-cup pair of tits. My hair was now twice its length, and changing from its previous brown to a dirty blonde. My green eyes turned blue as my hair continued to extend past my shoulders, bringing my attention to my now B-cup chest. I was significantly shorter, but that was the least of my concerns right now. My attention immediately snapped to my manhood, stiff as a board as if it was trying to escape its fate. I tried jacking it off, hoping to prolong the process, but found my grip getting harder and harder to maintain as it shrunk in size. I took a few steps backwards and climaxed as I tripped backwards into the tub, spraying the largest load I have ever released all over the mirror, and splashing water all around the floor. In my panic in this new female form I continued fondling my new clitoris in my continued vain attempt at remaining a man and thrashed even more from the pure electric pleasure I can feel. My wide hips didnt allow for any movement at all, but my twisting caused my newly formed sensitive nipples to brush the side of the tub, only giving more pleasure and exponentially increasing what I already felt. My spare hand flew to my tits as my other explored the new clit. I screamed in pleasure, hearing my new voice for the first time, which only aroused me even more. I shoved my nipple to my mouth, stretching a little just to suck on it. The sensation was more than I could handle and I climaxed almost on the spot. It all happened so fast. I just laid in the tub staring down at my new body. It must have been 3 in the morning by the time I finally got out of the tub and looked at myself in the mirror. I was cute, an easy heart-stopper, but had that sweet look of innocence. I grabbed my breasts again, this time not so crazed, and the sensation was just nice. Playing with them a little was similar to getting a very sensual massage, but without too much effort. It wasnt long before the smell of my new vagina hit me with its need for more, and frankly that last orgasm was the best I think I have ever had. I fondled myself more, feeling up and down my sides and shuttering at each touch. I had a womans touch which I apparently still liked, and a very satisfying body to release. I moved my hand slowly back down to my clit and started to flick it around again. I tried with all of my might to remain standing, but I bent over and leaned my whole chest on the counter while strumming away at the most pleasurable thing I have ever had in my life. It wasnt long before the energy started building up inside of me and I whipped my head up, screaming in ecstasy. My mouth rubbed against the mirror, pulling my bottom lip down as I stared into the eyes of a woman with a strong desire for sex. My lip rubbed over the semen I sprayed earlier during my transformation, and I couldnt help but rub my whole face over the fucking mess. I tried to east as much of it as possible, but my impatience got the worst of me as I managed to get it all of my face and chest. Removing my hand from my boob I managed to start shoving it in from around my face to my mouth and climaxed for the second time, collapsing to the floor in my bliss. I bathed again, slightly in disgust, and turned myself into bed. I would masturbate another five times before finally falling asleep. I dreamt an accelerated version of my life, except that I was female instead of male. I had flashed of my first boyfriend, father-daughter days at work, my senior prom where I lost my virginity underneath some guy, and working my way to where I am today. I awoke calmly and dragged myself to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see my old self staring back, cleanly shaven as if nothing happened the night before. I sat down on the can to do my business, feeling the back of my head. I must have hit my head a lot harder than I thought when I fell in the tub last night, my head was killing me. I got the mop and started cleaning the spill from the previous night thinking about the craziest delusion I had the previous night. I took my temperature and had a high fever, I would be calling off work today. As I went to phone my boss the doorbell rang. I answered it to see my neighbor next door. Shut and listen Steve, He started, I dont care what bimbo you bring home or what you do, but can you keep it down? I couldnt sleep all night. And with that he shoved me backwards, stepped into my apartment to grab the door, and slammed it shut. Needless to say, my world just shattered. ================ Synopsis [tl;dr] ================ I went to a bar to meet up with my best friend Jason and was mistaken by a witch as someone else. Lara and her coven, Lilah and Leanne, hexed me into transforming into a girl when I looked in the mirror. I masturbated rigorously for a few hours until I fell asleep and woke up as a man again. I thought I was delusional, but my neighbor complained about the screamer bimbo I had over last night. Namely me, confirming what happened. ======================================================================= Chapter One [CH001] ======================================================================= My name is Dean Collins. Age 26. I recently had a run in with a witch who mistook me for someone else and cursed me to please those around me like I wanted her to please me. Unfortunately I dont really know what that means yet. What I do know, however, is that night I turned into a woman before my very eyes in my own bathroom and masturbated vigorously for hours. Luckily, I turned back the next day when I woke up. I spent all of the day after my adventure at home in bed on my laptop, looking up everything to do with magic. I was running a light fever, but overall nothing too bad. Almost everything that I found conflicted with each other, so it was impossible to tell what was real and what wasnt, if any of it was to be believed anyway. I wouldnt be going to the bar tonight, I feared too deeply what would happen if I ran into that witch again... Lara I believe her name was. Instead I researched, napped, joined a message board, got fed lines of bullshit, slept, researched more, took another nap re- resear- research... DING DONG! The sound of my door bell scared the living shit out of me as I leapt out of my bed and grabbed my lamp for dear life. Had it been a home invasion they would have probably left laughing at me for how ridiculous some average-built white male looked trying to defend himself with a lamp still plugged into the wall. I sulked over to the door and opened it to see Jason standing there. Dude, where were you last night? He said pushing his way into the apartment and setting something down on my kitchen counter, This crazy hot redhead chick walked right up to me and asked for you, YOU. No offense buddy but you cant score without me. He turned around and walked into my living room, plopping down on the couch. What he said wasnt offensive, anything I get long-term I get on my own so he doesnt know what hes talking about, but I could swear I told him I wouldnt be going to the bar. About last night, I. Um. I was sick, I stammered, unable to truly tell him what really happened, That goth chick sort of caught up with me the night before, I mean. What? Really?! Jason said in surprise, Well youre not chopped up into little pieces and mailed around the world at least, hahaha. But damn dude, you missed this smoking hottie. She had on this tight dress and walked all sultry like. I didnt get anything the previous night and was trolling for some tail, and KNEW I wanted her. I moved over to the couch across the room to sit down, holding my head. As much as I truly, really wanted to hear this amazing tale, my fever started to spike again tenfold from yesterday. -and when I say red hair, he continued, not noticing my obvious state of mind, I mean that orange freak color. You knew she liked it rough. She had that perfect body. And hourglass that would put a porn star to sh- sha- uh, did you dye your hair? I hadnt And did you shave your legs and arms? I didnt. I know Im blue-ballin here, but youre starting to look a lot like that babe last night. My body felt like it was on fire. It wasnt long before I realized that this wasnt a fever, but another transformation. I grabbed my hair which now hung in my eyes and stared as it changed to a brighter and brighter orange. Jason looked like a cartoon almost with how far his jaw dropped. My hands brushed my face as I clutched the couch, once again feeling the familiar softness of my new cheeks. My feet ran back and forth along the length of the couch as I fell sideways and rolled onto my back. My hands started to run along my shorts as they became silkier and started melting together into a skirt. I caressed my expanding hips, getting off almost on the new sensitivities growing all around my nervous system. My moans were getting lighter and lighter in pitch. I reached up my skirt and felt my penis fade away into its cave and rubbed the new vagina folds. My feet got caught in the fabric, the heels that somehow appeared on my feet not allowing the motion anymore. I stared at Jason panting heavily with both hands on my chest, pushing down as hard as I can, but to no avail. H-help... make it st- stop. I pleaded in my now sultry voice. My eyes moved away from his and onto my chest. They were now the size that they were two days ago, but werent slowing down. They continued ballooning, and the more they grew the closer to climax I became. I stopped pushing them down and instead found myself fondling them, almost in show for my cute guest. They pushed on and on to just passed DD, but their weight was insane. As the sensations faded I sat up quickly, feeling my hair fly to the side and the weight of massive chest swing me so far off-balance that I fell down the other way on the couch. Jason was speechless. Th- this is what that girl did to me, sweetie, I said, not believing the little pet names I started to throw in. You- you- you look just like her. Only, a much bigger rack. He said in disbelieve, Like the size I wish they were so I could fuck them. Almost like magic I felt the biggest sexual urge that I couldnt resist. I rolled off the couch and hurriedly crawled to him. He started to resist, but I pulled his belt off so fast and ripped his pants down without really giving him a chance. I pulled my top down just as haphazardly and grabbed my massive jugs, spitting between them and rubbing them together to lube it up. I grabbed his fully erect cock and started to massage it with my new tits. Fuck those tits like this? I said, looking up at him, I bet you jacked off to this image, you dirty, dirty little boy. I couldnt help myself. I was still myself. I could still think and remember, but I wanted this. This was something, deep down, came up and needed to emerge. I lowered my head to suck on the tip of his dick between thrusts, letting my salvia keep him lubed and smooth. Occasionally I pulled back and sucked him off, using my wrist like a pro to stimulate him further, but quickly put my tits around his hard cock again and continued getting him off. With the amount of effort and energy I put into it, it wasnt long before he blew himself all over my face and tits, but I didnt stop. I continued going, prolonging his orgasm and growing jealous of his pleasure. It felt so warm and thick, and the bits that got into my mouth tasted like heaven. I plopped his declining prick in my mouth to clean it off and started cleaning off myself with my finger and eating it. The site of his little cumdumpster got him excited way too quickly, and it grew to at least an inch larger than it was before, straining to stay on his body and not fly into every orifice I had to offer. Seizing the opportunity to get myself off I stood up and hiked my tight skirt and plunged him deep into my soaking wet pussy without even a second thought. My first dick ever filled my entire cunt, and not an ounce of pain. I felt him inside of me, much further than I anticipated. I started to quiver with excitement only to realize I was actually cumming. I tried giving him lap dance with his pole inside, but the sensation was too great for me to handle. Taking the lead, Jason rolled me onto my stomach so I was face first into the couch, and did so without leaving my begging cunt empty. He started pumping me from behind while I lay there taking it like his personal sex toy. My orgasm started to chain and set off others, making me thrash around like a bull trying to buck off his rider. Like a pro, Jason grabbed my voluptuous hips and held on tightly, pounding me even harder. I clenched the pillow between my teeth to prevent screaming, but I was loud enough to get Jason going enough to unload his nuts inside of me. I lost it. The warm feeling spraying everything was so wild, so hot that I fell completely limp and moaned very quietly in total satisfaction. As Jason finally snapped into himself again he blushed, grabbed his clothes, and ran out apologizing. It took more effort for me to sit up then I put into that titty fuck, but I managed to make it to the kitchen counter and see what Jason set down there. It was a lantern with a white candle in it, almost burned out. It had a letter taped to it titled, To the cursed. I opened it: Im sorry about last night. Lara was out of control, but I took part in it. I am not sure if you are or are not her assailant, but please listen. Karma is a force to be reckoned with. As you may know, what you give you get back tenfold, however it is much more complicated than that. Karma takes time to act in order to allow us the chance to take matters into our own hands. This may be returning a favor, or taking revenge. Revenge, however, is tricky since it is easy to overcompensate what someone deserves. You tried to rape Lara, so a type of sex curse was placed on you. That is just. However, because of I have my doubts, punishing the innocent can have very bad consequences. Consider this gift my apology. I cannot lift the curse, for betraying my coven is a bad deed all on its own, but I can alter it. This candle is a blessing. You must pinch the fire out with your bare fingers, which will hurt if you are hesitant, to receive the rewards. Right now your changes can be seen, and remembered, by those around you. This blessing will circumvent the memory and events around you so that you will not have fallout with co-workers or friends, however anyone that has been affected by the curse prior to this blessing will still remember their encounter, and will continue to remember if you have a future encounter with them. Other than previous relations your life will simply go on as normal. If you let the candle burn out, then that is a rejection of my amends, and I will not be spared cosmic punishment. If you are guilty, I am not worried about your rejection, but should you be innocent I pray that you will set me free from my trespass. - Lilah I finished the note and looked at the lantern. The candle was almost out, its been burning all night. I needed to be able to make others forget, but the idea of allowing one of those bitches suffer an ultimate price sounded too good to pass up. If only I could remember who Lilah was... the redhead or the blonde? Seeing my own red hair in my face, I took a leap of faith and put the flame out with my fingers almost seconds too late. I carried the note with me to the bathroom to get a good look at my new body. My hips swayed back and forth forcefully, causing me to trip on my own center of gravity several times, and the heels werent helping. It took almost a good 2 minutes just to get across my house and look in the mirror. My hair was already shrinking back to its original size and the heels were gone. My chest was still large, but dwindling, and my hips nowhere near as exaggerated as before. What was unmistakable, though, was the face looking back at me. It was clearly that red-headed witch, and I hoped she was the one named Lilah. I was too busy staring at myself reverting back to normal that I never realized what was written on the back of the note: P.S. Since we function as one, I find it only fair to tell you that forgiving one of us forgives us all. ======================================================================= Chapter Two [CH002] ======================================================================= Come on, come on, I muttered impatiently under my breath as I held my phone between my shoulder and ear, trying to get my pants on for work. Jason hasnt spoken to me for three days since our... incident. He wasnt at the bar, and neither were those witches. My fever finally broke yesterday, since Ive been dying to get to work and look up some possible public records on Steven Hallows, and if Im lucky some not so private ones. I just needed to find out who this guy was, and just how similar he was to me for me to get cursed in his place. Voicemail, shit, I swore as I chucked the phone on the bed and started putting on my shoes. I grabbed my phone when I was done and shoved it into the holster where it belonged, grabbed my bag, and rushed out of the apartment. Im sure I had a lot of paperwork, but that was fine with me since I was a little nervous about going to any construction sites in my current condition. I was still unfamiliar with what triggered my transition, since there have certainly been horny guys at the bar the past few nights, yet I never changed or felt the need to suck them off. They say three sets a pattern, so lets just keep it down to what we already have. I made it to the office, flashed my ID badge to the guard, and made my way to the elevator. Door courtesy! I heard from somewhere in the hallway before the doors closed. The signature of my boss. He yells it every time he approaches an elevator just to save the 20 seconds of waiting if he misses the elevator. I held the door until he rounded the corner and entered, panting, Oh, Dean. Good to see youre alive. He sounded irritated. Every day above ground is a good one sir, I replied, wishing that were true. I took care of that tower case for you, he stated, youre the only one I have with the balls enough to tell a man with that much power backing him no. youre indispensable Dean. He was praising. I hate it when he praises, it always leads to him asking for a favor. Still, better than most bosses, I actually like Mr. Revens. In fact, I took care of all your desk work. Well, thank you sir. But, I must ask, why? None of it is due until the end of the month, I still have three weeks, I said, flabbergasted at this. I really hope he isnt trying to warm me up to inspect that site again. I swear that foreman isnt getting any at home and would really hate to wind up being the one to do it. Well, I need a big favor from you Dean, he said. The elevator wasnt going nearly fast enough. I hate working close to the top floor on days like this, Claire, my secretary, hasnt shown up in nearly two weeks. Youre the only one that knows her filing system, and the only here that will tell those vultures no when they call. Why dont you replace her? Its been two weeks. Claire is a very special girl, Dean. Im sure you understand that its not easy to replace someone of her caliber around here. Well, just thinking of her just, well, you know. He said as my body froze. I knew exactly what he meant, and the nervous knot that twisted in my stomach started to churn and the familiar warm feeling started to spread throughout my body. I wrapped my arms around my chest as if I was cold, shivering, despite how on fire my body felt. I could even feel my dick getting rock hard in my pants, which I still dont understand. I stared at the near flawless reflection of the elevator door. I never noticed how clean and reflective these doors were before. Mr. Revens stood perfectly framed in the door on the left, and I stood perfectly framed on the door to my right. He stood upright, and I had always thought him old, but he has a certain air of attraction to him. His skin doesnt show his age, but his hair gives that hint of experience. It was very alluring. He didnt seem to notice me buckled in pain at all even though he looks over at me on occasion. It looked almost as if I was sinking through the floor of the elevator as the buttons and ceiling started to rise above my line of vision with my shrinking height. My tits started to grow shortly after, pushing my tucked in shirt out of my pants. They were nearly the size of the other day, and just as perky. I could feel them with every little movement, especially without the support of a bra. I reflexively grabbed one of them to feel its weight. I stared at myself in the reflection of the door, mouth gaping open as if I was having sex when I noticed that I didnt shave today. Not that it mattered since my face started to shift and smooth out, eyeliner and some foundation appearing on it. My normally straight hair started to grow wavy and reached down just passed my shoulders. I grabbed it and started to stroke it, smelling some kind of fruit shampoo. Mr. Revens was still talking like normal about how great this secretary was, oblivious to what was happening to me. This elevator seemed like it was crawling. I heard a popping sound as I felt a tang in my hips. They started to widen while my waist slimmed, pushing my belt up since it was still set to my male proportions. I started panting and moaning, feeling my pants stretch to the point where they started tearing. My voice started to crack and get higher in pitch, and still Mr. Revens stood there talking like nothing happened. My light blue button-up shirt started to get lighter as it turned white and shrunk to fit my form tightly. If I thought it was tight around my chest before, it certainly was now. It almost made up for not having a bra. My shoes as well started to extend in the heel and pinch my toes together. Everything started to get blurry and I thought I was passing out, but the glasses that appeared on my face cleared everything up. I now had earring and a necklace that must have appeared earlier without my noticing. My pant legs started to melt together and pulled my feet closing in as they formed into a pencil skirt. I lost my balance and fell onto Mr. Revens, grabbing his arm for support. I quickly recomposed myself, took a step back, but its like he never even noticed. He turned to face me, his mouth covered in lipstick as he wiped it off just in time for the doors to open, and thats why Im glad youre back Claire. Ill see you in the office. He slapped my plumb ass as he walked out of the elevator and rounded the corner towards his office. My blouse was untucked and my skirt was now hiked, but I dont remember doing anything... yet. I walked into the hallway and went straight to the restroom to tidy up. I really couldnt be walking around like the office slut now. I started to straighten up my skirt and smooth out my blouse, re-buttoning the top button. Every bit of arm movement made my big tits bounce and jiggle. The sight of them in the mirror showed how fluid they moved, but the sensation of them on my chest moving like that amplified everything. My tender nipples brushed the silky fabric so sensually that I found concentrating on even these simple tasks to be difficult. I was breathing heavy from a combination of new mass on my chest, and the near masturbation I got from moving. The door to the bathroom opened, but I didnt pay it any mind. Erick, who works in the office over from mine walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. We usually had breakfast together every day about this time in the break room and talked about some of the finer qualities of our most appreciative clients, mostly a sarcastic bullshit fest. Hey Erick, I said as usual, but my high voice caught me off guard. The idea that I was Claire now was so surreal that it slipped my mind. I whipped around to face him, and the urinals in the corner of my eye told me that I was in the mens room. Claire, He said, with his eyes full of sorrow, I thought you left because of, well, complications at the workplace. While his eyes showed sympathy, the way they were staring straight at my stiff as ice nipples and his drool gave away his desire. Well, I worked through those complications, I stated, hoping that was the right response. You, you did? He said, a glint of hope in his eyes. And? ... And I decided to try one more day. It was the safest response. It allowed me to spend another day here, but explains mine, no, Claires absence when she doesnt show up again. Thank god, he said, rushing in and embracing me. He buried his face in my neck and kissed it. Let me show you why you should stay, he said, still kissing. My body wasnt frozen, I could resist. I even raised my hand to push him away. His fantasy didnt change me into this, Mr. Revens fantasy did. Claire may be his, but I felt that I wasnt bound to his will. I pushed him away, wh- wait. Why? He said, completely distraught. I wanted to say to get back to work. I wanted to tell him that the complications werent really resolved. I wanted to just say no. I didnt, because more than any of that I was so aroused that letting him continue seemed to be not a bad idea. I was completely in control, but some carnal desire urged me to continue. I ran in and grabbed his face, shoving my tongue in and around his mouth. He returned the favor and planted a hand on my protruding posterior. My leg wrapped around his waist as my arms went around his neck. I couldnt get enough of the passion he offered. He used his free hand to hoist me up so I was entirely wrapped around him, choking on his tongue. Erick set me down on the counter as he undid his belt, rushing to get his pants down. I followed suit, tearing my blouse off and tossing it on the ground. My perky tits were free of the rubbing that turned me on so much, but something else was making me dripping wet. Ericks cock. He started unbuttoning his shirt, but I couldnt wait. This curse didnt need his dick, I did. I grabbed his hips and pulled him in so hard that he lost his balance and fell right on top of me. It was hot how fast this was happening, I was barely able to keep track. I felt him sliding in, still not used to the idea of being filled. It felt so much better on this end, I wondered if I would want to stay this way. He started pumping me, without trouble since I had no panties to move away and I was so dripping wet that I could feel it slide down my crack and into my ass before dripping into my skirt. He lofted me off the counter while I embraced him, using his large muscles to lift and drop in a way that easily added an extra inch to his manhood. We still made out like it was going out of style, and my whole breast pressed against him, rubbing around with every thrust. I felt the climax coming, but it lingered just far enough awy to only tease me. In the heat of my fucking someone else entered. Erick stopped, but I kept humping him, unable to satisfy my own desire. It was Owen, from accounting. He was a larger guy, shy around women. I doubted he ever lost his virginity, shove it in my ass! I cried out, finding it hard to talk between my moaning and biting Ericks lip. Owen didnt hesitate, he dropped his pants and whipped out his rock hard dick. I clenched tightly to Erick as I felt a second penis slide into one of my orifices. It didnt hurt at all, probably because this body does that, and the lube from my dripping pussy made it so that it went in without a problem. I made sure to stick my ass out on my descents to press against Owen, and pleasure him as Erick leaned in to bite on one of my tits and suck on it. Owen, taking cue reached around and grabbed my other tit, both stimulating me in various ways. I imagined that I would be bouncing between them, but rather I have found myself bouncing in rhythm to them. It took only a moment before a fluidity emerged and made this much easier. The pounding in my pussy and jerking in my ass was the best sensation I have ever had. I stifled my moans as best I could, but the more I felt their cocks rubbing against my insides, the harder it got to maintain focus. I kept pushing them deeper and deeper into me, unable to get enough. Owen panted and blew his load inside of my ass, painting the insides with his juice and falling out of me to catch a breath. His warm ocean spray filling me and dripping out was enough to set my own orgasm into motion. I threw myself around so violently that Erick ended up on his back and me on top of him. I kept pounding his rod into my with such ferocity that it triggered a second orgasm on top of my first. I found it unbearable, as did Erick because he soon blew himself up inside of me as well. I couldnt take it anymore, that second load triggered a third orgasm while the first was still in effect. The only release I had was to make out with Erick again, biting and drooling all over each other. It was the hottest sex Ive ever had, and I had it as a woman. I managed to get myself standing, my legs like gelatin, and pick up my blouse. I put it back on and noticed that Owen had already left. As I was fixing myself in the mirror Erick walked by and slapped my ass, sending a chill through every nerve in my body not unlike the electricity I feel when my nipples are played with. I made my way to the office, still riveting in the aftershocks of my orgasms, and sat down at Claires desk. I may have been getting used to the heels, but my body just did not want to move. I found getting there to be a near impossibility with how much this sex crazed body wanted to just lie there and soak it in. Sitting in that chair, which was upsettingly much nicer than my own, was the only solace I would allow myself. I figured I should get most of her wor done first before doing something personal in case Mr. Revens came out to see how I was doing, or for play time. I started to file the mountain of papers that were piling up on her desk, wondering if I would ever get done with this. My boobs constantly got in the way, since my arm would often brush into them and make them shake all over the place. This shirt was very tight, and only moderately supportive, but this was almost too much to handle. The door to my right opened and Mr. Revens stepped out, I was only halfway done. Claire, he said, talking a step forward, I finished with my work for the day. I couldnt stop thinking about that elevator ride up, I really had no idea what he was talking about. I spent the whole ride popping out my hips and growing tits, The way you crawled all over me, its like you almost wanted to eat me. You mouth desires so much, he said as he undid his belt, Let me satisfy your taste, youve always said that the taste of my cum is the only true thing that can quench your thirst for sex. I tried to resist and continue my work. I needed sex earlier, but that was different. Sucking a guys dick? I already sucked Jasons and felt nothing but shame afterwards. I felt forced. Was it really all that different? Was choosing to fuck a guy really so different than being magically compelled to? It is, yes. This isnt my fantasy, this is his. I was unable to resist, I found myself turning in my chair to face him and started to lick his limp penis like a lollipop. youre soft, Mr. Revens, I cooed in a seductive tone, Im going to have to choke on your meat until you blow the most mind-blowingly delicious wad of cum into my throat that my sex drive will finally be satisfied. I could hardly believe what I was saying, but the way his dick perked right up and inserted its girth into my mouth showed how much he loved to hear it. I gyrated my wrist around the shaft of his cock while tenderly sucking the tip. His leg quivered from anticipation, and my mouth watered with a desire to swallow as much cum as it could get a hold of. It wasnt long before my hand started to slid off of his cock as I started to shove it deeper into my mouth. It wasnt near the throat yet, I was taking it slow, teasing his desires. I flicked the tip of his dick with my tongue, using it to massage him in places my hands cant get to. I pushed more, starting his descent into my throat. Every time I pulled back and went in deeper on the return, expertly knowing how to blow him. Soon I had all of him inside of my mouth, I wasnt able to go any further. To him, I was still teasing though, holding back. Unable to take anymore, he grabbed my head and started thrusting. I could feel his abdomen touching my nose as he fucked me in the face. He started slow, but picked up the pace a bit. My body adjusted to compensate, and loved the idea of getting the shit fucked out of me. I moved a hand down to play with my clit, soaking my fingers in the juice that was pouring out of me. Mr. Revens fucking my brains out was more than Erick was able to do. Claire really had a craving for cock, and this was more delicious than any special meal prepared for me in the past. My tits bounced around, rubbing the fabric in its usual sensual way. I almost started to climax when the biggest shot of cum flew out and down my through, but not before saturating my tongue with the sweetest, most desirable flavor in the world. I found myself sucking him off even more, trying to get every bit off of him and swallowing it. I couldnt get enough. Mr. Revens had to pull away and pull his pants off because I wouldnt stop, I love that about you Claire. You clean up the mess so proficiently. I heard the words, but started to return to myself in mind. The aftertaste was still mesmerizing, but I felt shame in the pit of my stomach, and the jizz I just swallowed. At least it was over, the body was certainly easy to please, but all I really wanted was to be me again. Mr. Revens was still talking, but I turned back to the monitor and continued to work. Most of my attention was on my reflection in a picture frame on the desk, though, waiting to turn back. And waiting. And waiting. And it wasnt happening. Why wouldnt I turn back? I played his fantasy, I did the game. That was the deal. I could feel anger boiling up inside, and frustration piling on top of it. Claire, you seem so tense, Mr. Revens said as he placed his hands on my shoulders and started to massage. I had almost forgotten he was there since I was too occupied with my own set of problems, namely the set on my chest. I had my release, but all I really want is for you to have yours, let me release you from your tension. He pulled my chair back and kneeled under my desk, pulling me back in. He started to roll my skirt up, youre so wet down here, its no wonder you seem so upset. Dont worry, Ive never forgotten about your needs before. His fantasy wasnt over, it was just beginning. At least it could never be said that he doesnt take care of his employees. Like always, I love it when you work while Im down here. He said as he started to separate the folds of my vagina and lick it. Perhaps this was my chance, for I was unable to move around the office with the papers and I had no more work to be done that required solely the computer. I brought up the federal records mainframe and was asked for a login ID and a password. I couldnt think of anything, and found it extremely hard to concentrate with his tongue flicking my clit in such a way that I wanted to just collapse. He was a real pro as using his mouth to satisfy a womans cunt, so much that it made concentrating require an iron mind. You cant think can you? he said as his head poked up from under the desk, here, he said while typing in her login and password. He never questioned what I was doing, but it was some miracle that he was so willing to put it in without my asking. Hell, it was some miracle that I got Claires job for a day just as I truly needed it. I didnt know what I would do if I didnt turn into her for the day, since shes the only one with access to these records. I started to type in Stewvman Hsl,lows but found my ability to hit the proper keys faded with my tension. His tongue was a real work of wonder, much more precise than shoving someone into me and pulverizing the fuck out of them. I needed to concentrate though. There was only a half an hour left in the day, and this was my one shot. As much as I loved to be sexually satisfied in this body, I would never willingly get transformed into some nymphomaniac if I could help it. I decided to work a little more slowly. I can concentrate on one key stroke at a time, and avoid errors. It took me about five minutes just to type his name, simply from the moist bliss going down in my nethers, but I managed to get his name in and hit enter. Only one hit, fortune is really looking up to me. Had there been more I would have more research to be done, but this is the one and only place. I tried looking him up from home on social networking and public databases, but no one by that name came up. Here, though, it shows that he build a house ten years ago and ownership has never changed. County records must have messed up the paperwork if I didnt get a hit at home, but I have him now. I wrote down his address on a sticky note and fell backwards. The tongue of a god was still racing around my clit. I raised my legs onto his shoulders and clenched, pulling him in deeper. Taking the cue, he buried his whole face into me, rubbing the stubble of his 5 oclock shadow on my thighs and making my sexual desires soar. I caught myself moaning, which I must have been doing the whole time, and tore my shirt apart. I groped one of my tits and shoved the other in my mouth. I could finally put all of my focus on this intense pleasure, and escalated it beyond the skys limit by participating. My soft breast in my left hand loved to be stroked and fondled. The instinct a guy has to just grab a tit and play with it really works a wonder in sex play. My right hand guided my right tits into my mouth, my tongue moving into all the right spot on my nipple to truly put the icing on the cake. In comparison to the cake, though, the icing was cheap. As great as my tits felt, and as much as I got out of them, nothing could top the expertise Mr. Revens had going on down there. I climaxed and squeezed him with my thighs so hard I thought he might pass out. The man must have lungs of steel, because he was still going, making me buck and flail until the chair fell out from under me. Still, he held on like a champ and continued going down on me, causing the orgasm to last what seemed to be hours. He didnt pull back until I stopped moving. He thought my orgasm was done, but in reality my muscles just gave out. He moved up and started to suck on and play with my tits for a few minutes until he stood up, straightened his tie, and headed to the door. I could feel my heavy mammaries heave and shift with every breathe I take. The feeling got lighter and lighter as they started to shrink. A stern voice broke through the air, Good job today Mr. Collins, I heard as the door opened. Its like he didnt see me lying on the floor with my shirt ripped open and shrinking breasts. We had a good talk. You had some good points and I will be regrettably terminating Claire and replacing her starting tomorrow. You seemed to have completed her entire workload, which would have taken her several days. I would hire you, but youre the best damn inspector we have. And on that note, he left. I felt my muscles regain their strength and sat up, buttoning my shirt up again. I still had a load of work to do, but all the papers were gone and filed. Its like nothing ever happened. Erick walked by and knocked on the open door, Hey man, thanks for picking up the tab on breakfast again. I owe you next time. He paused and looked around the office with a hint of sadness. Um, no problem, I responded. I didnt eat breakfast today, but Ill go with it, Say. Do you know what ever happened to Claire? Erick flinched. He looked away from my gaze before responding, no, why would I? he said, worst liar in the world, Ill miss her though. A real joy around the office. I really enjoyed her company, you know? More than you can imagine, I said as indifferently as a human could possibly sound. Erick left as I grabbed my stick note with the address on it and stuck it in my wallet. It seemed my day went on as normal to everyone else. I really should thank Lilah for that if she ever shows up again. The situation though? Unforgiveable. I hope Lara gets the worst end of karma that it has to offer, at least knowing she will pay carries its own kind of comfort. I pulled out my phone in the elevator and tried to call Jason. It rang twice, but then cut to voice mail. He hit ignore. Why couldnt I have used the lantern before becoming my best friends wet dream and fucking him? ======================================================================= Chapter Three [CH003] ======================================================================= The next few days were stressful. I looked the phone number up to Steven Hallows house through his address, but hung up like a nervous high schooler trying to call a crush. This was the man that was responsible for my condition. If he didnt make a move on some crazy juju lady, I would be living a normal life. What upset me even more was this idea that I enjoyed the changes while they were in effect, but felt nothing but shame and confusion afterwards. I couldnt tell if the spell made me enjoy it, or if my new body did. Needless to say, Ive been showering a lot more often just to try and get the feeling away. To top it all off, I lost a friend in the process. It took a week of going to work and thinking about who this guy could possibly be before I finally came around to calling him. I didnt know what I would say, I hadnt thought of it, but the disconnected dial tone told me that I didnt have to think of anything. I needed to go to his house, this landline was no good. What was I even thinking? Barely anyone even uses landlines anymore. After my shift I drove over. He was about a 20 minute drive from my apartment I estimated from where he was off of main roads. I certainly would have a lot to think about on the ride home, thats for sure. It was about 6 oclock and the sun was still lighting the streets. The suburban neighborhood was very warm and comforting to look at, but that only made the situation with this potentially dangerous man seem even more alien. It wouldnt be too long to sunset, though, so I hoped he didnt start an early night out on the town. My legs shook violently as I raised my finger to the door bell. I held it there for a moment before finally pushing it. The moment of truth was here. A well-dressed suburban woman answered the door while putting an earring in, Oh, glad you could make it, she said turning her back to me and walking away. Did I really look so similar to this guy? You said you couldnt come tonight, she continued, her voice trailing off as she wandered deeper into the house. I stepped inside to perhaps get a better understanding, and besides, the real Steven is apparently not going to be here tonight. Adam has been struggling with his math. Seriously, that boy, free ride through collage and he may fail a class in his first semester. This shouldnt be a problem, I used math almost every day of my life with my job, tutoring shouldnt be hard. Perhaps this Adam kid knows a little more about me and can give some insight. I sighed with relief since a confrontation wasnt going to happen, at least not tonight. A man, slightly taller than me with dark hair stepped out into the living room putting on a tie, Im so glad you could make it, he said, Adams in his room, straight back. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, you can leave when you normally would for a session. He took his eyes off me and looked over at the woman, Lets go, well be late for our reservation. He stated as he walked out the door grabbing a oat and keys. Neither of them said goodbye, and simply closed the door and locked it. I moved over to the kitchen, standing at the sink and staring out through the window there to the back porch and pool. Something didnt feel right, they made me feel like a stranger in this house, when this is my supposed residence. I couldnt help but shake the feeling that Im in the wrong house, but something in the pit of my stomach told me to talk to Adam first. Worst case scenario is that I help some collage kid pass his next math test, which really didnt upset me. The house was much more silent with Mr. and Mrs. Whatstheirfaces gone, so still that I could hear some voices in the background. My heart felt like it started to implode on itself, causing a great discomfort as my face started to feel a little ticklish. I walked out of the kitchen and started to head through the living room. I tripped over nothing and fell into the couch, catching myself. My sides felt like they were crushing in on themselves, but the pressure was one of the more pleasant feelings I have ever felt. A certain quality that can only mean one thing. I stood up and stumbled again, my expanding hips made walking harder since every time I found my center of gravity they would grow again. It felt like my ass was wobbling as I walked, stimulating my shrinking penis. I stopped in the hallway to feel my sides. My waist was slimming nicely, but my hips were aching with the same feeling you get after a hard workout. I pulled my pants out just in time to catch my micro-sized penis vanish into the folds of my vagina. I felt it crawling up my insides, rubbing places that have never truly been touched. The delight of a new soaking pussy distracted me from noticing the tugging feeling on top of my head. I stepped into the bathroom briefly to look at my reflection, and staring back at me was an unfamiliar figure wearing my clothes. My hair lightened to a blonde, and was pulled back into a bun. I also noticed that the tickling feeling on my face was my facial hair receding into itself. The taste on my lips brought my attention to the ruby lipstick adorned to mark any territory I may kiss. I had to get to Adams room, maybe it wasnt too late to reverse the process. My underwear shifted to a smooth, sensual under apparel that simulated my pussy as I walked, causing my movements to slow. My pants melted together into a skirt, and my shoes became heels so fast that I was thrown forward and onto my knees. I was almost at his door and could hear that the voices were from some porn that he was watching. I tried to get up from my hands and knees, but a stretching sensation on my chest kept me down. I was steaming in these clothes, my male mind still turned on by how sexy I was becoming. Why did all guys have to desire such curvy babes? My expanding tits were coming into being with such stimulation that I almost mistook them for someone fondling them and sucking on them. The larger they got the more it felt like someone was massaging them, causing me to moan in an alien voice so high that I startled myself. The porn in the background only made me hornier. My boobs were growing out of hand, reaching the DD size of my first fantasy I fulfilled. I shuddered as my undershirt started to squeeze me and rub my stomach on its ascent to my massive tits, they swayed and shivered as my body did, but were wrangled into place by the bra that shaped from the shirt. The lace from it tickled me as I rose from my position. My tits bounced me around, causing me to stand up awkward, but I managed to compose myself to walk over to the bedroom door and knock. He mustnt have heard me moaning in the hallway like Mr. Revens didnt seem to notice my changes a week ago, or he thought it was a part of his fantasy on the computer. I heard him jump inside and a slamming sound of the laptop. The jingle-jangle of him struggling with his belt-clip reminded me of the time my mom almost walked in on me when I still lived at him. The door opened and standing before me was an average built college freshman with a room that reflected how lazy he was. Adam? I do believe that I am here to tutor you, I said with a sultry voice that should have made him cum in his pants. I felt like I was coming onto him, as if tutor was not what I thought it was originally. His mouth was wide open as he stared at my huge tits, concealed entirely by my blouse buttoned all the way. I forced my way into the room and sat at the foot of the bed, crossing my legs. Im glad you could come Ms. Kellum, he started, looking through a pile of papers and pulling out a workbook, You were the only teacher in high school that made any of this make sense. He rummaged through his backpack, pulling out pencils and a calculator. He sat at the head of the bed, facing me Indian style and opened the book, I would have never graduated if you didnt help me last year, let alone make it into my junior or senior year! This was bad, this kid has been fantasizing about this woman since a sophomore in high school, I can only imagine the sort of dreams he wants to unload onto her. Just thinking about those dreams, though, saturated my panties with excitement. I still cant tell if I am the one that desires this, or this fantasy world body. A thought that will be made clear during what I have deemed shame showers. We worked on a few pages over the next ten minutes doing some warm up problems. They were simple math concepts that I could easily do, and he seemed to have little trouble with. Once the warm-ups were done we reached a page in the workbook that was entirely blank. This is where I started having trouble, he said shyly. The page was spotless, though. The previous few pages were erased, had notes, and other such marks. Here, though, nothing. What was this kid trying to pull? We started on the first problem, which was very similar to the concepts we just reviewed, and he didnt know where to begin. Adam, why dont you bring up something on the internet real quick. Its a video I saw in collage that helped really set this in my mind, I stated, hoping to get through this as soon as possible so that I could ask him about Steven before his parents got home. He grabbed his laptop and opened it, causing the porn he was watching before I entered to pop up full blast. I didnt see the screen, but the way the woman was screaming in the video told me that she was climaxing, and her begging for jizz didnt make things any less awkward. Adam blushed and slammed the laptop shut again, hiding his eyes from mine. My body ached to be played with like the woman he was watching, and without really even thinking about it I suggested something his mind probably caused me to say, Adam, why dont I make you a deal. For each question you get right, Ill take off an article of clothing. He face beamed with disbelief, but a hint of excitement. Or you get to do something to me. However, your clothes must stay on. They start coming off only when Im completely naked. He was silent. Adam didnt know how to respond. I doubt he even believed me. Here he was, in his own fantasy, and cant believe that this is happening. I leaned forward, placed a hand on his which made him freeze, and guided his hand to write the answer down on his workbook, Very good, I stated, taking off a heel and tossing it aside. I could see that he was disappointed it wasnt my blouse, but that would ruin the tease. I could see his pants practically bulging out from the stiffy hes hiding, but he got to work fast. The kid knew what he was doing and worked through the next problem like it was nothing. The little sneak probably knew math all through high school and used it as an excuse to spend time with this Ms. Kellum. My lips watered at the thought of his frustrations coming to fruition through me. I- I- he started after finishing, not even waiting to see if its right, want a kiss before you take off anymore. He said, still not making eye contact. Desperate to get him as excited as possible, I grabbed his face and leaned in, pushing him backwards while I planted the wettest kiss I could imagine. My body practically did it on its own, but it got me going as much as it did him. Sitting back in my spot I looked at his crotch again, it was larger than before. Adam was raging hard, my mouth watered as much as my pussy waiting for us to begin. He knocked out the next problem without a hitch again and demanded I take off the other heel. I did so while he pumped out two more problems demanding my stockings. I started to slowly slide them down, Adam, I began with as alluring of a voice I could muster, why dont you get your homework since you clearly dont need the help. The deal still stands, but at least now youll get something lasting out of it, hmm? He looked heartbroken at first, probably thinking he was real slick, but the promise to keep going rekindled his spirit. I threw my other stocking at him as he pulled out his homework. Definitely more questions than we have clothes between the two of us, it seems we may get more playtime than I anticipated. After the next question he demanded my top. Gladly I stood up and gave him a show as I unbuttoned it and leaned forward, giving him a glorious view of my heaving chest. I felt free with the tight top gone, and made sure to rub myself on Adams face as I stood up. His thick breathe on my skin gave me goosebumps. He did another problem, but slower from the raging wood in his pants, and declared my bra to be next. I obliged, stripping it off as slowly as possible, starting with the shoulder straps and working it down my hourglass frame. I found it impossible to get it over my hips, so I unfastened it and tossed it aside. He demanded some boob play before I even had a chance to look up at him. Sure enough, he was getting these done fast, which meant good for the sex drive of both of us. Moving in I crawled onto his lap and straddled him as he buried his face in my breasts and started playing with them. I couldnt help but grind on him while he sucked on my big tit. The electric ecstasy coursed through my being from the stimulation on my nipple. He was a little rough from eagerness, but the way his admittedly big cock felt even through all these clothes was pure bliss. I couldnt take it anymore. Sitting on his lap still I threw everything onto the ground and tore his shirt off like an animal. I dont know if this was his doing and how he wants it to play off, or if I had unbearable desires that needed to be released. He tried to say something, but I interrupted him, shut up and promise me youll do the work, I spat out at him, I cant take waiting for your cock anymore. I NEED it to fill me. I stood up and took my panties and skirt off while he tore his pants off, but he was too slow. I ended up pulling them off so fast he winced a little. I shoved him backwards and climbed back onto him, driving down on him like a starving whore. The sweet release of finally being penetrated was unbearable. The way his stiff cock filled me took all my problems away, I even forgot what I was doing here in the first place. wait, he said a little sweetly to me. He reached up to my hair, even though I refused to wait, and pulled my bun out. Its not official until its all out, right? I shook my hair down while reaming him into my cunt. My hair cascaded down to just above my hips and caressed my sides. It moved in rhythm to our fucking, the silky texture moving around my back eased my tensions and increased my desire for sex. I leaned in and pressed my tits against his chest in an effort to kiss him while sliding my arms around him. The size of my chest made me stretch my neck more than I should have, but Adam leaned in as well and met me halfway. Our tongues locked while I continued to shove his juicy cock into me. Tangled together he rolled over, flipping me onto my back and biting my neck while continued to push deeper inside of me. My screams started to rise higher the longer he stayed glued to my neck and into my hips. Adam kept plowing into me with a hand on my tit, his mouth on the other, and his other hand grabbing my ass. His tongue worked around my nipple and he bit it every once in a while. My body would jolt with extra pleasure every time he did, making my body squirm around and cause his hand on my ass to soothe me down. I loved being objectified by him, being his little slut. I begged him to go deeper, but all I managed to do was set him off. His head lifted into the air with his mouth wide open. His pumps were getting slower, but more forceful. I knew what this meant, but I wasnt ready yet. I still had to cum. I started grinding against him more before he finished and went limp, forcing his dick around my cunt looking for that perfect spot that Erick knew how to hit. Just as I found it Adam let loose and blasted my insides with more cum than I think I had ever released in my life. He hosed my vagina down in his warm, thick juices which felt as good as a deep tissue massage. The way it moved around inside of me independent of how Adam or I guided it gave it a certain life-like quality that set my genitals racing to the finish. I felt my eyes roll back into my head and heard my alien voice rise as I climaxed from the sheer feeling of his jizz inside of me. I clenched my legs around his waist, ripping him closer to my body, forcing him to give me more and more. It was bliss. As the pleasures subsided Adam moved almost robotically to his worksheet and started to work on it again. I could feel my hair slowly getting shorter again, and my face on the pillow cued me into my facial hair starting to return. Adam, I asked, my voice still laced with a sultry desire for his flesh, who is Steven Hallows? I asked it very bluntly, I feel he wouldnt tell me after I changed back. Oh, our landlord? Why? What about him? he replied, still with a hint of giddiness in his voice. Landlord? Well, that makes sense, I should have thought of that. Still, I was hoping to get this over with tonight, Well, I like the place, maybe I can rent from him, I continued. My voice was getting deeper and cracked a little, but did it crack from the change or from the noticeably less weight on my chest? Think I can get his number? Sure, whatever, he said coldly, no longer even looking at me. I must be almost finished. I got the number and left, Adam seemed disappointed almost the entire time I was there. Well, there as in my regular male self. He had been expecting the teacher he has been having wet dreams about throughout high school and got me instead. Its almost a shame he wont even remember that his dream came true tonight, but the shame wasnt nearly as great as the shame I felt in the pit of my stomach. I got in my car and noticed my phone was blinking. A missed call... from Jason. Hey, um, buddy. Uhm. Hmm. I really dont know how to put this or what to really say. I mean, you, and well, those things, and I dont know. It freaked me out okay? I mean, those are exactly the things I was thinking about doing to her the night before. Verbatim. I guess thats why Im calling though, since, well, uhm. Yeah. So. Uhg, look, Im here for you. I got tickets to some magicon thing to fix this up before you, wellokaybye. CLICK. To hear this message again, press one. To save this message, press seven. For more opti- Jasons making it up to me? I didnt even blame him, but I guess in his shoes he feels partially responsible for fucking my brains out. Magicon, looks like he may be finding answers for me. I drove home in silence. No radio, just my thoughts. I made it solemnly to my apartment thinking about myself and what I have become. I crawled into the bathroom and sat under the ice cold shower scrubbing every inch of my body raw. I didnt know what I was more ashamed of, having sex with men and thinking about it afterwards, or enjoying it while in that form. Do I regret everything afterwards because of social stigma? Do I feel I have to? Or is this legitimate regret? I dont even know if I hate myself at all, or hate myself entirely. I dropped the soap, laid down, and just let the water wash over my face. ======================================================================= Chapter Four [CH004] ======================================================================= Things started looking up for me. I may not have been able to meet with Steven, and may have had sex as a woman a few more times than necessary, but Jason was finally talking to me again. I didnt suggest meeting up, since he was still felt a little weird about the whole thing, but we talked at least daily. He was mostly nervous about me changing again into his personal sex slave, but about five days after he told me about the magicon he suggested hitting the bar together to really catch up on things. Meanwhile I have been going to work, eat breakfast with Erick, noticed that Mr. Revens got a new secretary, continued to go to job sites and inspect, and head home early if I could in order to do some research. I tried calling Steven at least once in the morning and twice in the evening, but he wasnt answering and his mailbox was full so I couldnt leave a message. At least his voicemail told me his name so Im not wasting my time. I spent my evenings looking him up on social networking sites and public records, but either he goes by a different name on those sites or doesnt have an account. The public records, on the other hand, were troublesome since I at least confirmed his legal name. Ive tried every combination of Steven, Stephen, Stephan and Hollows, Hallows, Hollow, Hallow, and even omitting letters in order to track this guy down and still get nothing. When not stalking the guy that might be able to give me some answers I search the internet for anything at all to give me some clues. Perhaps I need to just get a little patient and wait for the con, but if I didnt have to take another dick before then that would be fine by me. The bar was slow when I arrived to meet Jason for the first time since he screwed me brain dead, and he showed up a little over an hour late. He seemed relaxed on the outside, but you could cut the tension between us with a knife. Hey, he said with the fake smile he perfected at this very bar, So, uh, catch the game last night? Yeah, I lied. Football hasnt really been a priority of mine despite my team having a shoe-in for the superbowl. Say, where did you find out about this convention you have tickets for? I asked, Ive been researching, well, the subject since the incident. I never caught wind of it. Jason seemed caught a little off guard by the question and ordered his to buy time to compose himself, You know my sister, Stephanie? he asked, Well her loser boyfriend turns out to be good for something. Hes a dreamer and into this whole Voodoo whatchamacallit so I hacked into his computer to see what hes been looking at. You? Hack? I asked quizzically. Well... it was more like he left it unlocked, okay? Well, the tickets were in his cart so, well, I bought some when I got home that night. I chuckled and took a drink, I dont know whats worse. You third- wheeling it at your sisters, or you going to Dylan for help. Jason jabbed me with his elbow in my side, but he laughed in return and looked up at the highlights of the game on the screen opposite where we were sitting. We talked about our lives like usual, but every once in a while he would slip in a question about my condition before quickly switching topics again. It took almost the entire night, but eventually he ended up hearing all the rules, and my sexcapades around town. He seemed relieved, though, since he had thought it was a daily occurrence and not a once a week or every other week thing. Still, it was far too often for my liking, at least I think it is. Dean, he said as he got up, grabbing his coat, why dont you go to the library tomorrow? I used to intern at city hall and its not uncommon for hard copies of paper work to never be electronically filed. It wasnt a bad idea, I didnt even think of it. Our records were available in the wing of the library the connects to city hall in hard copy, so it shouldnt be hard to locate, And tell ya what. Friday night Ill work on getting you some pussy rather than a pussy hahahaha. He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed before stumbling out the door rather ungracefully and hailing a cab home. The next day I gave Erick the heads up that I wouldnt be making it to the office and got him to file my paperwork for me. In return all I had to do was inspect some cat ladys garage since she gave him the creeps. I went to a few of my sites and passed them before heading to the garage and passing her as well. She was a little strange, but a nice woman overall. I was finished around noon so I decided to hold off on letting Erick know I was done until at least 5 and grabbed some lunch on my way to the library. The building looked massive to any stranger, but Ive worked in this town long enough to know that city hall, the library, the DMV, IRS, and several other agencies used to be all in separate buildings and managed to expand enough to all touch each other and look like one super- center. I made my way through the young adult section where a group of high schoolers were messing around and couldnt help but think about how crowded the place was. I had to weave around people through the fiction section, but eventually made it to non-fiction where some college students and miscellaneous adults were quietly browsing or using their laptops for the wi-fi. I definitely felt less crowded, and it was much quieter as I made it to the records. The records were sealed off from the rest of the library, but all I had to do was sign in on a clip board and leave any bags behind, which I had none. The shelves were still all the same as the rest of the place, so it didnt feel any different. I walked past a well-kept man sitting in the corner on his laptop with ear buds in, and the way he grabbed his laptop and pulled it into himself made it seem like I was about to steal it. He protectively coveted his little machine which made me curious as to what he was doing, but paid him no mind and continued to Ha. I walked down the isle looking up the shelves for Hallows but felt my eyes napping back to where I came at the man staring at me. Every time my eyes met his he looked away and back at his screen, turning it away from me slightly more. I went back to what I was doing, trying desperately to concentrate, but the room temperature was getting a little too hot for my comfort. I pulled the collar of my shirt away from my neck to vent out a little, but it didnt help. The more I looked at the shelves the more I got distracted by the man staring at me and his computer, and the hotter I got, and the harder it was to concentrate, and the more the dust on the shelves started to bother me. But, that didnt make any sense, I never even thought about the dust on the shelves, that was a new thought, and yet it lingered like an idea that has been pressing for weeks. I wiped a finger along the undisturbed shelf and what shocked me more than the dust on my finger was the red nail polish. It was then that it dawned on me that it wasnt the room that was hot, it was my body. I grabbed my head and could feel my hair pushing against my palm, piling up underneath. It was already at my chin when I reach up, and when I let go I could see it fall to just below my pecks. It was an auburn color, and silky to the touch. My hair was so smooth that when I tried to grab it again it was almost impossible to keep a hold of without a lot of effort. I grabbed my crotch and stumbled down away from the man in the corner. It was him, it had to be. The heels that started to appear on my feet made it difficult to walk, so I stopped at the nearest window and leaned on the windowsill to wait for them to stop growing. It was hard enough to walk in the things, let alone while they were morphing as I learned from my last transformation. It was shady enough outside in the courtyard for me to clearly see my reflection. My face was still a little rugged, but the prickling sensation in my cheeks fixed that in seconds. My jaw popped with a load snap as my facial structure slimmed and my eyes started to feminize. The way my mouth gaped open and my new face stared at me caused my soon to be gone dick to rage. I looked like I was in heat, and it aroused me regardless of what logic said otherwise. My shirt started to tighten, hugging my slendering frame as my pants did the same. I grabbed my crotch through my pants and applied pressure to my dick just to relieve the tension building up at the hottie shaping around me. I rubbed it, stroking it through the fabric that got thinner as time went on until I was once again wearing a pencil skirt My hard cock still tried to push and escape, and the more I rubbed it the more it tried to stretch away from its demise. My hips started to churn and widen, and my stiffy started to get sucked in. It was sensitive, each stroke on the shaft felt better and better, but it kept getting smaller and smaller. It was entirely sucked into me when I leaned forward more, putting my hand back onto the windowsill. I took several steps back, arching my back so that my shoulders and hips were in the air, bent entirely over. I barely had the strength to stand up straight, since the stimulation I gave to my waning penis was still coursing through my veins for some reason. I stared at the reflection panting even harder, my mouth still gaping in ecstacy. I started to see the sides of my hips finally come into view in the reflection, stretching wider than my shoulders. I had another plump ass thick enough to be the envy of any woman. I tried to stand up again, but my chest started to tingle. My shirt tight enough as it was on my male chest, I didnt even want to begin to think what kind of pressure my new chest would be under if it started now. I prayed that this guy liked a modest sized chest. I would kill to have only a B-cup again. I managed to stand up and look down at myself to see myself passing A-cup and into B. It hurt a little, my blouse started to stretch. As I started passing into C-Cup I couldnt take the pressure anymore and I had to tear my top open. I grabbed my blossoming bosom with each hand, tweaking my nipples and massaging them. My reflection looked as horny as ever, and the relief I felt to be out of that restricting top was enough to cause my knees to grow weak. I found it harder to stand up straight again and wanted to topple over. My bust continued to well up in a fresh spring of youth, growing past D-cup. I tripped backwards, crashing into the shelf behind me and sliding down to the ground. I knew I was shorter, but my the size of my ass still is suprising when I sit since the ground comes up so much faster. I leaned against the boxes of records behind me, moaning as my chest continued beyond D-cup. The larger they got, the louder my girly screams rose. They were too large for my hands to support, and my thumbs were getting tired trying to keep my massive gozongas in place. As my hands pulled away a bra quickly snapped in and propped them up. I tried to read the tag, but for some reason my vision was blurry. I was able to make out glasses hanging around my neck and put them on. The tag said F-cup, but the way they bulged out made me question that. The changes slowed, and I realized it was too late to escape. I quickly tried to button up my blouse, realizing that it grew at some point during the explosion of flesh hanging from my chest. The man was closing his laptop and heading my way. I wanted so hard to get up and leave, but my mouth was just watering at the idea of sucking the erection I could see from over here, and I swear I almost drooled when thinking of putting it into my dripping cunt. I stood up and wandered over to him, meeting him halfway. The way my hips swung wildly from side to side and my huge tits did the same told me what a knockout I was. The male part of me, the real me, was almost jealous of the ride this stranger was going to go on. I wanted to fuck me, but the female part of me, the new me, could only be satiated by a hard fucking. Did you need help sir? I asked in a low voice, rubbing a hand on his chest, perhaps I can help you find what you are looking for? I had to bite my lower lip to stop from talking. I tried to restrain myself from just going down on him. Maybe he didnt cause my change? I could hope. Yes, I was looking for something to entertain me, he said, not even looking at my eyes. I could understand why women hated talking to men so much, since I was a stickler for eye contact, but my feelings for that started subside as my primal urges were fighting their way to the surface. Well, perhaps I can show you the fantasy section? I suggested between breaths. I was trying so hard not to throw myself at this guy, and surprisingly had a lot more control over myself than before. The more I change the more I seem to be in control, maybe I can get away. He moved his focus from my chest to my eyes, The only fantasy I want is to fuck your god dammed pussy raw and drop a load over your fucking face, he said, tearing my shirt off, ripping it, and burying his face into my huge chest. Each tit was bigger than his head and he couldnt get enough of them, and neither could I. I was unable to control myself anymore and unclipped my bra for him to have full access to the treasure I possessed. Without missing a beat started cramming my nipple into his mouth, trying to get as much of it as possible, sucking on them and groping the other. I started to squirm and fall backwards again, losing my balance entirely. This strange, horny, man managed to keep me from crashing though, slowly letting my down onto the ground and propping me against the wall, not even once stopping his tirade on my funbags. While he sucked, all I could think about was sucking too. I started to undo his belt and pants, pulling them down, and had to pry him off my tits so that I could move in on him. I maneuvered myself so that he was the one against the wall and just shoved his whole 6-incher into my throat. It took no effort to get him down me, but took some concentration to prevent from gagging. I had both hands on his waist, thrusting him down my throat. My juicy lips screamed in delight as they rubbed back and forth on his prick, and pressed against his waist. I couldnt take him any deeper, so I settled for harder. I sucked and fucked with my mouth, drooling all over my tits, gagging only now and then. It was a chore, but it was a good one. Forced to breathe through my nose, his scent threw my mind all over the place. Taking the lead he moved me back against the wall and started to thrust. I pressed my head backwards so it wouldnt bang and let him fuck my face. He fucked my mouth while I was given a chance to go back to my tits. I grabbed them both and never wanted to let go. Every inch was sensitive enough to get me off alone, and the thought and sensation of his cock violently sliding down my throat got me off more. I fondled myself, which he apparently was into from the sounds of his grunts. I rolled my eyes up to look up at him, and his hands were planted against the wall and his eyes fixated on my fondling. He didnt last too long staring at my gorgeous tits and deposited himself down my throat. He did a few deep thrusts, cutting my air off a little bit, and not a single drop hit my tongue. I was slightly displeased since I wanted to slather it around in my mouth, but his still stiff cock rubbing against my tongue was more than enough. I pulled out, licking his dick to clean it off, swallowing everything I could get my mouth on. It started going limp, but I got up on my knees and started to press him in between my tits. Like magic he sprung back into lustful desires and started thrusting before I could even get him fully situated. He had a nice dick, but my tits were so much to handle that they required a lot of effort to hold up. I spat down on them to keep them lubed up, crushing his dick with my massive pillows. He was unable to push his dick all the way through, but it was more my size than his that caused this. Eventually he grabbed my chest for me, giving me a respite from holding up their crippling weight. He squeezed and flicked my nipples a little with his fingers, making him even hornier and thrust harder and harder. I moved a hand down to my aching pussy, wanting nothing more than to jimmy him into me. The warmth of him in-between my tits helped the growing stimulation of his groping and my masturbating. It wasnt long until I started to feel the rush of my body cumming. Unlike a mans orgasm centered around the crotch, my whole body went ablaze in passion. The more on fire I felt the more sensitive his throbbing dick made my tits. I was getting off on my tits being fondled alone, and he seemed to be almost there with me. Worried that I wouldnt be able to get him up a third time I pulled back from his titjob and stood up. He yanked my skirt down and I kicked it off, wrapping my legs around his waist, hoisting myself up onto his meat rod. He grabbed my wide ass and lowered me down, pinning me against the wall for support. He started thrusting into me as I pulled his shirt up over his head and cast it aside. He lowered his head and bit into my nipple, pulling it up and sucking as I grabbed my other boob and fed it into my own mouth. His pulsing cock in my cunt was greater than I anticipated, the waves of my previous orgasm still heightening the pleasure of the whole experience. He was a pro at using my weight to drive himself deeper into me, and his fondness for boobs really played up to my overly reactive body. Slowly he set me down on the ground and turned me around, quickly planting his dick back into my soaked pussy. He reached around and grabbed my chest again, forcing me to stand upright and push my ass out into his waits as he continued groping me. My legs started to shudder as another wave of intense orgasm washed over me, causing my light pants to grow into a howling scream. His hands tightened around my breasts and squeezed as he did a few final thrusts into me and blew himself all over the place. Throwing me to the ground he continued to blast cum all over my face, on my glasses, and luckily a lot into my mouth. He satisfied my pension for jizz by pushing it around and rubbing it into my mouth until his dick was too soft to do it anymore. The stranger gathered his clothes and got dressed while I remained laying on my back, still starving for more. Unable to get it I grabbed my tits again and started sucking on them, rubbing the leftover sperm on my face onto them and licking it up. I was desperate and thirsted. As he made it back to his seat I could feel my massive chest starting to lighten. Fear set in, overpowering my lust. I wasnt sure what would happen if I didnt get dressed so I scurried like a mad woman to throw on my clothes as quickly as possible. The spell was still in effect, since he didnt seem to notice that a naked babe was trying desperately to get her clothes on, but I got enough to at least be decent. I stood up, my heels now relatively short, and looked desperately for Stevens records. The man was on his laptop again with the earbuds in place and wasnt looking forward to round two. I still stumbled a bit since my tits were so huge, and finally found the binder in question and rapidly looked through it. I finally was my old self again and started to calm down, but the room started to heat up again. I started walking away when I could hear a little click behind me, heels. The man was desperately stroking himself in his pants, and I was turning back again. It was too soon, barely even a minute passed and I was going to be his personal slut again. I started to sprint out of there and flashed my federal badge at the clerk as I left the records. Maam, you cant- oh, nevermind she stated, trying to stop me. Dammit, I was already being recognized as female. I made it into my car just as my chest reached a C-cup and peeled out o the parking lot faster than an action star in a car chase. My breasts started to slow their growth, and eventually reversed by the time I was about a mile out. I made it, safety. I dont know if I was safe because of distance, if it was because I never finished changing, or because I already satisfied him. The only thing I did know was that I had dried cum on my face and I would be taking an extra-long shower tonight. Once home I showered for at least an hour and a half in cold water to keep my raging dick down. All I could think about was how steamy it was with that pervert, and the thought of being pleased so expertly kept me hard. The cold water wasnt enough to keep it down, so I shamefully had to start rubbing one out. I thought of myself fucking the hot woman I was earlier today, and took solace in the fact that I still desired women. Still, a pit formed in my stomach as I grew jealous of her world-shattering orgasms, and the one I finally ended up having in the tub was sub-par at best. It was human to like it. It was a physical reaction, and was meant to feel good. That makes it okay to want it more, at least a little bit, right? ======================================================================= Chapter Five [CH005] ======================================================================= Jackpot. I photocopied the Stevens binder and mailed the original back. It was unconventional, but I really didnt want to risk running into Big Tits McPerv again. He had me changing a second time so fast that I barely made it out of there, I could get stuck inside of him for an eternity if I ran into him again. The binder had information that I knew already, such as the house he had built, but also three other properties. I still called him daily, just to save the work, but his mailbox was still full and I need to get to the bottom of things now. My greatest fear is that this Steven character doesnt know anything. He might just be some guy that looks like me and I took the fall for. He may not know anything at all, I could be chasing a ghost. Still, if I can find him before finding those witches I should be able to use him as leverage to get the curse taken off me. Yes, definitely. Finding him is still important, HE is the one responsible for this, and HE needs to pay. I cannot wait much longer for this Magicon thing, I need to learn how to track a coven before I go insane. Im almost too scared to leave the house now in fear of dropping my clothes at the nearest penis and going to town on it. Fear is a powerful motivator and Im convicted to not letting it run my life, but I dont know how much more I can physically take. I only had one site to go to today, a skyscraper that needs to be cleared in order to receive permanent flooring and walls. At the moment its a deathtrap of iron bars and flooring, the flooring needing to be inspected to make sure that its good to go. Ive never had a project like this skip on the flooring since the liabilities are so high, so I really only had to go for legalities. The companies heading the projects tend to be more strict about the safety then us, so long as the cost remains low. No one wants to pay for a job to be done twice, or heaven forbid, a death. Two of Stevens properties lie on the way to the site, and one I can detour to on my way back. The first place was a run-down duplex that had a collapsed roof and all the windows were shot out. A quick walk around the perimeter showed that the only activity this place sees are either drug use, teenager thrill seekers, or some combination of the two. It was utterly uninhabitable, hell only small pests could be seen inside. I quickly crossed that wreck off my mental list of places to keep an eye on. The second place was a house close to the city. It was near a railway, which announced itself with a freight train, and seemed unoccupied at the moment. I got out of the car and did a walk around to see the yard was kept and the inside furnished. There didnt seem to be any dust inside, it was obviously not vacant. Did Steven live here? Or perhaps hes renting this place out? I decided to check back tonight when he is hopefully home. I will still check the third property, despite being an hour away from this one, just to make sure I cover my bases. Once at the work site I engaged one of the Mexican workers and struggled to get him to tell me where the foreman was. After about 5 minutes of getting nowhere with him or the others, I decided to simply grab a hard hat and go onto the site. Hell pick out the white stranger in the suit quickly enough. I tucked my clipboard to my side and cautiously made my way up to the new addition roughly 20 stories up. I could hear some talking on my floor, but was unable to see where it was coming from because of the plywood walls they put up. It sounded like someone on the phone, but I couldnt make out the language. I paid no mind and continued about my inspection. It was breezy up here, which I was thankful for since it was such a hot day out. For early January the 80 degree weather we were having was very unusual, especially because it felt like 90 up here despite the breeze. I went to wipe the sweat off my brow, but found none to remove. The breeze must have dried it off, I dismissed it entirely. I continued walking around and testing for weaknesses in the concrete, and scratching my side. I was getting really itchy, my shirt stiff from the cleaners. I looked down while feeling the fabric, checking what was wrong, and noticed that I was wearing red flannel. It wasnt that hot out, it was me. Immediately I started to panic. Remembering the Library and how I got out of there I bolted to the ladder and started to climb down. I cursed under my breath that the stairs to this floor werent completed yet, but it was probably for the better since the origin of my change was probably over there. I prayed and hoped that the library escape was because of the distance I put between us and not because we already screwed. I felt my chest shift and sting as I leaped from the ladder, indicating My changes already taking place there. I held onto my helmet as I landed, the straw feel of it raising more red flags. One of the guys nearby looked up and started heading my way, Hey! You! he yelled, You need to wear a hard hat in here! Sorry! I yelled out, my voice cracking to a high pitch, I was getting one now! I could audibly hear my voice shift octaves to a much more feminine tone. I never did much speaking during the process, and the way my throat tingled while talking sent goosbumps down my spine. I sprinted to the staircase, damning the formal pants and shoes I wore to work, but thankful that they havent yet shifted into the inevitable heels and skirt that gets guys so riled up. Each step I took made my ballooning chest jolt up and down and sting. They were approaching B- cups now, and would only hurt more the more I ran. I clenched my chest with my arms to try and keep them down and continued to run. As I started down the staircase I felt my stride quicken and my restrictive clothing loosen up. I dared myself to look down and saw my shoes turned brown and much more comfortable. I almost stopped running to watch them turn into a pair of cowboy boots, with only an inch or so heel. They were definitely womans shoes, but much more athletic friendly than my own shoes, and worlds better than the stilettos I have been finding myself in. My pants of breath were getting more and more alien to my ears until the shift in pitch didnt change. Normally I would be out of breath by now, but I actually felt the same as when I started. My breath wasnt heavy, and my legs yearned to be stretched out even more. Whoever this fantasy girl was, she was fit. As I rounded the corner and started down the next flight of stairs my arms started to lose their grip. My expanding chest kept pressing forward, jiggling with each step. I found it becoming increasingly difficult to contain their size, and it wasnt too long before the D-cups hanging were bouncing up and down with each step. Reluctantly I let go, but the sports bra my undershirt shifted into did its job wondrously. I leaped over equipment and sprinted down another flight like it was nothing. Every jump sent my enormous chest almost into my face and back down again. The bra worked very well, but there is only so much that a little fabric can manage to hold down. As a guy my current size was desirable, and perhaps more would be better, but as a woman they felt worlds larger than they actually were. The only frame of reference I had on their size are what it felt like before when I was someone elses little sex doll. I was about halfway down when my pants were fully changed into skin- tight jeans and my hair started to bounce with my chest. I could feel the weight of it on the back of my head starting to pull, but I never saw it hit my face when I turned. I placed my hands on my scalp and felt it braided into two pig tails just passed my shoulders. I was a platinum blond now, but didnt dwell too much on it. What really grabbed my attention was my clipboard getting heavier. What should have been a few ounces started approaching close to a pound of weight. Looking at what was in my hand showed hempen rope weaving itself in place of my clipboard, expertly held in my hand. I was still changing, but almost home free. I was only four stories up when I ran full speed to the edge and leaped off the building, hitting the ground, tucking, and rolling when I hit the ground. The impact stung like all hell, and the girls werent too happy with my either, but the pure rush of adrenaline from my freefall was exhilarating. I tried to stand up, but collapsed back onto the ground. I tried a second time, but fell flat on my ass. I quick pat-down showed nothing was broken, but it was the first time I have been still enough to really feel the finer points of my changes. My chest was still expanding, but was definitely staying in the D range. My ass, however, was only beginning. The familiar stretching sensation and cracking sound of my bones rearranging clued me into their formation. They didnt get too large, but it was enough to look at and get something out of if I bent over. My center of gravity was all out of whack, and I had a lot of trouble standing and getting to my car. I ended up crawling at least half the distance while my hips still grew into their final size, and managed to get behind the wheel and peel out of there before anyone stuck anything into me. Why I couldnt get up was beyond me. My body knew what it was doing when I was running, but once I became fully conscious of myself I snapped out of the stupor. I was Dean again in an alien body that I didnt know how to work. Hell, sitting up straight was enough of a problem with this rack of mine, let alone paying attention to the road. My changes seemed finished, since my body temperature dropped, but I had a hell of a time seeing the road. My seat was too low, and too far away from the gas petal. I adjusted my settings while driving, blowing through a red light and almost crashing. My heart skipped a beat, but I composed myself pretty easily. I didnt car that I almost died, hell it would be a relief from this burden. All I cared about was getting as far away from the horny son-of-a-bitch as possible until I can change back. I finally got my seat adjusted when the red and blue lights flashing behind me caught my attention. Shit! I thought to myself. I thought about a car chase, and the thought of it got my blood rushing, but logic won out and I pulled over. Shit shit shit shit shit. Is all I could think of. I sat there, paralyzed at what the consequences will be. Driving without a license. Driving a stolen car. I was screwed. Utterly screwed. Sweet god almighty! I heard from the deep baritone voice of the officer as he got out of his car, the fucking shit is wrong with these damn people?! My heart could leap out of my chest. If I thought the pain of my tits jumping up and down was bad, the force of my heart pounding into my ribcage was worse. He was at my window, knocking. I forgot to lower it. Lowering my window I heard him begin, liscense and registration you crazy fu- fu- oh, well hello there gorgeous, he said, his entire demeanor changing. I dared a look at him and saw once again my rack being the center of attention. Hell officer, I aint mean no harm. I started, not only my vocals different, but my accent. My entire vernacular sounded like something out of an ol western, I was simply re-arrangin my seat and didnt notice. Aint nobody hurt, right? I take full responsibility should harm come anybodys way. I hardly knew what I was saying. I was strong willed and assertive. Normally I would be stuttering and submissive in a situation like this. I may have balls of steel at work, but thats because Im the one with the power. This situation, I have no power. I am entirely at the mercy of this admittedly handsome officer, yet I find myself taking control. Was it because in this luscious body I had the power here? Or is this a modification of the shift? Well how about you hand over your license and registration hun since I already called this in and well work something out, hmm? he said in an entirely different voice than he greeted me with. I was a nervous wreck inside, but my fluid and confident motions to the glove box and wallet in my back pocket didnt show it. I handed over my information and he walked away with it leaving me to my thoughts. How screwed was I? Hell see that I am obviously not Dean Collins and arrest me. Run? I cant. Im frozen in place. Then, why am I so relaxed? Usually youre tense as hell when frozen, but the only tension I have is the throbbing I feel in my cunt. I stopped worrying about myself, and soon started occupying my thoughts with taking this cop down in my pants. Well Miss Currior, aside from some noise complaints at your ranch you have no priors, said a voice next to me, ripping me from my daydreaming. Just make sure your, um, seat is adjusted next time will you? Thanks, youre a real doll. Reckon I could have your badge number? I asked, as smoothly as I have been since getting pulled over, Id like to give your boss a call and let him know that theres reason to have faith in the local law after all. Itll be good to hear from the public like that. Where these ideas were coming from I had no idea. The only ideas Im entertaining at the moment is him and me in the back seat of this car. The officer simply smiled and tapped the top of my car twice, Theres something like that in there, he said as he walked away. The lights stopped flashing and his car pulled away as I looked down at my license. There was a gorgeous blonde in the photo that matched my reflection perfectly. She was about five years younger than I, and listed address was different. The officer did say something about a ranch. Kate Currior, huh? After changing back Ill look her up to see if I stole her identity, or if she was made up. After changing back... SHIT. I was still a chick! I was miles from the site and still remained the same. Was I too late? Did I change all the way and not escape? I needed to call Jason, maybe he could help. I picked up my phone and started making my way to wherever this ranch was, I had a good enough idea of the city to find it based only on the address. I put the papers away noticing that there was a piece of scratch with a phone number written on it and the name Officer Roberts. Rolling my eyes I crumpled it up and tossed it in the back. Dialing Jasons number I prayed that he would pick up. Uh, hello? he said, picking up, Who is this, I dont have your number listed. Its me, Kate, I said giving out my new name without even thinking, its like Ive always been named that. OH FUCK. SHIT. Kate? How the fuck did you get my number?! Fuck please don- I mean Dean, DEAN. My name is Dean. Its me. I said, trying to talk over his craziness. -I cant go through that again. Ill give you money, is that okay? It was just a one night sta- JASON! CAN YER TRAP! I snapped, getting irritated. My voice was so assertive, so empowered. It almost lifted me up a little just having it. The phone was silent, Its me, Dean. I stated again. Dean? Wait... Dean?! Shit, dude, youre calling me as a girl? You sound out of breath... Wait... DUDE! DONT CALL ME WHILE HAVING SEX! ESPECIALLY AS A WOMA- JASON! I snapped again, getting irritated again. The more irritated I got the more short of breath I got, look, yall need to get to 445 Lakeview Blvd. I said, getting straight to the point, I escaped the horny idiot that changed me, but I didnt shift back. The line was silent, Ya listenin te me? Huh? Yeah yeah. Its just, well Im still getting used to this. Ill be right there, he said quickly and hung up. Jeez Louise, I muttered under my breath. I arrived a little after noon and walked around the place. There was no one there, but the place was huge. I could never afford something like this on my salary, and wanted desperately to see what was inside. The front door was locked so I took a walk around the house peering into the windows. Inside I could see your regular furnishings and décor, but what really caught my eye was the trophies. I pressed up against the window pane, startling myself from the feel of my boobs pressing up as well. I continued my way around trying the back doors. Also locked. Getting a crazy idea I pulled out my keys and tried them. Nothing worked, and I doubted my apartment key would do anything. Still, with nothing to lose I tried it anyway. CLICK! The door opened. Things just kept getting weirder. Once inside I took a walk around. Only one bed showed that she- err- I lived alone. The trophies were for horse racing, she- dammit- I was a pro. Pictures on the wall with faces I recognized from famous pictures at the bar showed how damn good she was. She was holding a large cardboard check, prize money it seemed, in all of the photos. I started making out the numbers when my jaw dropped. I was LOADED. One phone call to my bank confirmed it, I had a few million dollars to my name. I thought about trying to withdraw some and hiding it, but didnt want to risk an IRS investigation if it worked. I wandered around some more and found the stables. Inside were three gorgeous horses. They seemed to react positively to my presence, and reached their heads out to be pet when I walked by. I spent maybe an hour in the stables petting and brushing the horses, but went inside before I got any crazy ideas about riding them. I may have been able to act calmly in front of the cop and run like a pro, but riding a wild animal just seemed too out of reach. Bored, waiting for Jason, I ended up exploring my new body a little more intimately this time. Rolling my shirt up and pulling up my bra I started to massage my new breasts. They were sensitive to the touch and didnt throb for attention like I have in my previous changes. Was this because I was out of range for the guy that changed me? Playing with one I unbuttoned my pants with my other hand and slid a hand into my slit. It was different. It was dry, not dripping wet. That didnt last long with my fondling. Soon I was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and staring out the window at the sun setting over my pasture, masturbating. The first time I masturbated as a woman it was so sudden, I didnt even know what was going on. That night is still a blur from how fast paced and surreal it felt, but now I have been in this heart-stopping body for hours. My hand on my tit was moving slowly and calmly over it, causing a rush of tantalizing ecstasy to course over me. It was big and heavy, but I wasnt straining to keep it up. Instead I let it go where it wanted and followed suit. My newfound vagina was equally as new to me. Ive only ever touched myself once like this, or rushed a penis into me. I never took the time to really enjoy my new bodies, or explore it. Ive always been crawled on top and torn to pieces or something of the like. Now I took time to explore my crevices. With my hand in my pants I started to insert a finger and play around, finding the good spots and what to do with them. Soon I was bucking my hips in place, my breath heavy. Still standing I started to go a little faster and moved much more comfortably with myself. The rougher I got, the more I started to enjoy it. Still, I never got so rough that I got carried away. I was taking the time to really enjoy myself. After the first ten minutes or so I started really hammering away at myself. I lifted my tit to my face and started sucking on my nipple, flicking it around with my tongue and pounding away at my pussy. My thoughts started drifting away from the pleasure of exploration, and I started fantasizing about my earlier sexual encounters. I thought about my most recent escapade at the library, and my jealousies of the hot piece that I was came to surface as I imagined myself in her place again being ravaged. The image of a dick inside of me again caused my crotch to go wild, and my fingers to go faster. Thoughts of that led to images of Erick and I in the bathroom when I was Claire. I could have left, I could have resisted, but I needed to be satisfied. I was at peace now with wanting to fuck men, and getting tag-teamed in there almost set me over the edge. I started to remember my first time as a woman being penetrated. Jason was all over me that day, and really knew how to work his tool. He made me feel things I never felt in any later transformations, and just thinking about the way his was able to move inside of me sent me spiraling out of control and cumming. I slid down to the ground screaming as I finished. I laid down on the ground, totally satisfied, stroking my large breasts. I was more confused now than ever. I didnt know if I was rationalizing these thoughts as okay because I was currently a woman, or if they were real. I didnt know if I would ever change back, or if I had to perform the inevitable. A shudder went down my spine as I thought about it. I was satisfied for now, and my head was clear. I still didnt like the idea of it, but I did. Dammit! Maybe I just like it as a woman and hate it as a man. I dont know what I am anymore. The ring at the door snapped me back into reality. Quickly I zipped my pants back up and re-id my belt. I stood up and walked quickly to the door while adjusting my bra and shirt, crashing my hip painfully into the corner of the counter. My wide birth was still new to me, making me walk around clumsily. I managed to correct myself and get myself presentable. I answered the door and there he was, Jason. About fucking time. Uh... Kate? He asked, rather hesitantly. Yeah, Dean, I replied, confirming that he was at the right place. You, um. Well, dont take this the wrong way but, wow! Youre a real knockout, He said smiling. I thought I could hear the inflection of a joke in his voice, but for the most part he was pretty turned on. A quick jab in the mouth put him back in his place. I turned around and walked down the entryway, you might as well come on in, asshat, I said, feeling his eyes on my ass. Opening the fridge I grabbed a beer and popped the cap off on the counter. I grabbed another one and tossed it across the room to Jason as he entered, catching it like he usually does at my place. So, um. Well how do we fix this? he asked rather quizzically, youve never been in this situation before, right? No, I replied, I had hoped you could brainstorm with me. Well, first, why the hell wouldnt you answer your phone? he accused, leaning back against the counter I just masturbated against and popped the cap off. you never called, I replied, checking my phone and confirming that I have no missed calls. Did you call the number listed in your phone, or the number you didnt recognize? Jason was silent for a solid ten seconds, staring at me dumbfounded. After a while he went to say something, but stopped himself and grabbed his phone. After a few strokes with his fingers my phone started to ring. He hung up quickly and refused eye contact with me, well, thats one mystery solved. And another asked, I brought up, What happened when you called my number? My REAL number? Voicemail. I left a message. Maybe youll get them when you turn back? He made his way to the living room and started looking at all the trophies. He gambled from time to time and you could tell his was amazed from the look on his face, do.. do you know who these people are?! he asked with the voice of a child on Christmas Day. Just some guys that I recognize from photos at the bar. Why? These are some of the most famous jockeys alive! He exclaimed, You bet on a horse, you bet on these guys. Why are you in these pictures? You know, Kate? I took another sip of my beer and pointed to the closest trophy, I assumed that was why. Jason was shocked, First place? Bullshit, I bet on that race and won. Kate whatsherface hasnt even a name on the roster. So... whats that mean? I asked, a little lost. He turned to me, It means youre not real. This whole life was fabricated. Dude, just how fucking deep are we in this? I shrugged, whatever force was at play here was powerful. Do you... want to pursue this? These witches? I mean, you arent just changing, youre taking on a whole new identity. It might be best not to piss them off. Anymore he sounded concerned. I knew where he was coming from, and it was cute, but I needed to be rid of this. Of course I do! I shouted, but couldnt help holding back. I mean, he IS my best friend. And cares a lot more about me than I do for him. I never really thought about it before, but he is actually a decent person against all odds. He shrugged, Well then we need to get you laid, right? I shook my head, Not really. Remember when I told you about turning into that secretary at the office? Claire? The bombshell? The one that slapped me when I hit on her? Yeah, her, I continued, Well, I had sex with someone that didnt start the change. I remained a woman after that. Wait, this curse can force you have sex with more than just the one person? He said rather alarmed. I stood silent. I wasnt forced. Right? You were made to do it? he said, pushing the point further. I hesitated for the first time in this body, Well, its complicated. Jason relaxed a little and raised his hands in surrender, look, Im not judging you. Im just trying to understand here. I blushed and turned away, looking out the window. Dean, Kate, whatever. Its fine. I can only imagine the raging hormones guys give you in their fantasies. Obviously you werent in a state of mind to be making decisions. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was the changes, right? But why did I fantasize about the library after I turned back into my old self? Why did I want to do it again? If even a little. Im repulsed by it, but strangely attracted. I mean, he continued, if it was by choice that kind of makes you gay. And youre one of the straightest guys I kn- Shut yer trap! I yelled, the accent getting thick again. He was a great guy, but he needs to learn when to shut up. Im gonna sleep it off and see where I am in the morning. The first night I was changed no man were involved an I fixed myself by mornin. Ya hear? Look, sorry, he said, heading to the door, I was out of line. Sleep it off, but if you dont change back by morning youre going to have to do the inevitable or stay Kate forever. And with that he left, firmly closing the door behind him. I sulked to the bathroom and undressed myself, taking out my braid and stepping in. I ran a warm bath and cried, my hormones raging against my desire to stay strong. I didnt know if I was gay, straight, or what. The warm water soothed my skin, and felt wonderful against my vagina. My breasts floated atop the water in such an alluring way that I ended up masturbating again to calm my nerves. After the bath I dried off, slipped on some of the womans pajamas in the drawers and went to sleep, holding my tit in one hand for comfort. It took a while to finally drift off, gravity acting very differently on me than normal, but eventually I did drift away. In the morning I woke up slowly. Opening my eyes I stared at the unfamiliar wooden paneling along the walls and reached down to my crotch. My dick was still gone and the massive weight on my chest told me that I was still Kate. Looks like Im heading to the construction site after all. ======================================================================= Chapter Six [CH006] ======================================================================= The entire morning was awkward. Getting up and out of bed moved different parts of my body in all the wrong ways, especially my big tits still hanging from my chest. I hip checked the door frame on my way out of the bedroom, and really looked forward to not having these girly hips. I was clumsy in this body when moving around, and the soreness in my sides from the large number of door frames, counters, tables, and basically anything else with a hard edge proved it. I slinked into the kitchen, very careful as to not swing myself into anything again, and started making pancakes. Kate- I- whoever lives here was at least organized and nothing was hard to find. The room was quiet; the only sounds being made were whatever pan I was handling at the time and the birds chirping outside. It was a gorgeous day, and the light shone brilliantly into the kitchen. This house was great for natural lighting, I would love to have it as my own. Well, I could. I was well off enough as is to stay this way, Jason could help me through it. My mind lingered on him, and his dick. The more I thought about it the more I desired it. I continued fantasizing about him inside of me and wandered my thoughts around to other guys I could fuck. I was rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to suppress my urges, but I was already soaking wet. After eating, thinking about the cop from yesterday and the sheer opportunity I had, I finger banged myself again right in my seat to relieve the pressure. Going to the bathroom I started to get ready for my day. I washed my face and started brushing my teeth getting a good hard look at the country-style babe looking back at me. Was I wasting my time? I would just go back to my old body, up keeping this one seems like a waste. It at least gave me time to think. I thought about women, and was still strongly attracted to them, but they didnt get me rolling in my seat like the idea of a thick, juicy, hard cock sliding in and out of my- NO! I needed to stop. I started contemplating my life and what is has become, or could become. Right now I was rich, healthy, popular, and have everything I could ever dream of. I could be happy this way, or I could go back to the life of Dean Collins, federal building inspector. I could worry about my bills, worry about whether or not I will ever fall in love, fear going out into public or risk getting a worse fate than this. I never have to worry about finding love in this body, guys will practically throw themselves at me! I have more dick falling at my feet to satisfy my every deep desire that- NO! dammit! I need to change back. I may be able to come to terms with living life out as a rich, healthy, happy woman, but Im still some sex doll. It hasnt even been 24 hours and Ive already masturbated three times to the idea of getting fucked, and the urge to go get fucked by a man is only getting stronger. The longer I stay like this the longer I risk becoming a slave to myself. My heads always clearer after turning back into a guy. I might as well be drunk right now, my judgment is impaired as long as Im in a sex-crazed body. I put on the clothes I had from the day before and braided my hair back into the pig tails. Grabbing my hat, which I wanted to keep actually, I threw it on and headed out to the car. Taking a deep breath I started it and headed back to the construction site. I was a little nervous, admittedly, but composed myself enough to remain calm which is something this body does so naturally. I wonder, if I wasnt so sex crazed what would my decision have been? Would I have stayed like this? Nonsense, the very nature of my condition is being a slut, and there wont be a situation where Im turned into a modest housewife or anything. I risk fucking every guy I see right now, which would be a lot more sex than Im forced into normally. I detoured to the house that Steven owned I didnt get a chance to see last night. A for rent sign stood out front with a phone number. Calling the number I got the familiar voicemail and full mailbox message. This was it, definitely him. Getting out of the car I took a stroll around. The house was well kept, like the second property I looked at yesterday, and only lightly furnished. I saw maybe a couch, a bed, area rugs, basically the bare essentials. Appliances included, maybe I should rent this place. Itll give me a direct line to Steven at least, an excuse to be breathing down his neck. Making my way through the back yard there was an in-ground pool and the landscaping was gorgeous. It was a big house, obviously built with the idea of children in mind. As I made it to the other side I pressed my hands against the window to let me see inside. Can I help you miss? a deep voice from behind me bellowed, startling the shit out of me. Turning around I could see the neighbor watering his plants, glaring at me. Just takin a gander at this here house for rent is all, I said, matter of factly. He continued staring at me and looked me up and down several times, Look, if youre one of those floozies that this guy burned Ima call the co- I grew red in the face with rage at the insult, Who you callin a floozy? I shot at him, Ive been looking fer a place to rent and jackwagon over here has a full mailbox so I cant call him. Id rather not waste my time going inside if I can see problems from out ere, you followin me boy? He was taken aback by the outburst, and his tone changed, Sorry, just I didnt think someone with kids could remain as pretty as you. Its not exactly a house for one person. I didnt know if he was hitting on me, or giving a genuine compliment. Look, you seem to have a straight head on your shoulders, not like the bimbos this guy tends to bring by. Leave a note on the door if youre interested, hes here at least once a week with some slut he picked up at the bar. You changin yer first impression on me so quickly? I asked. I dont really have one, but I figure that if this place had a tenant then he would stop having sex with the blinds open and causing my six- year-old to ask me questions he shouldnt be wondering about yet. He stated, returning to his flowers, I ask the courtesy from you if, well, you know. He didnt look at me with the last remark. I took a step forward and extended my hand, putting it view for him to recognize the gesture, De- Kate. I said, making my introduction, This place is in a good location for what I need ere, so chances are Ill take it. I wont be subjectin yer boy to nothin this sleazebag has. The man returned my handshake, Dave. My wife and I will be your future neighbors then. Shes a school teacher so she isnt home right now. Sorry about any rudeness. Just, you know, sometimes those girls come here looking for him. I understand. He makes a move on me and Ill take a jab at him once extra for you, sound fair? I said in jest. Give him a black eye and Ill call you family, he said, returning the smile. I returned to my car, pulling out the pad of paper I keep in the glove box and writing a note to Steven about my interest in the place. I stated that I tried calling him several times a day for the past few weeks and that his mailbox was full, and to give me a holler to show me the place. Getting out of the car and taping it to his door I took off to the construction site to return to my old self. Making it to the site I got out of my car and took a look up at the top where my fate awaited. Almost forgetting the rope in the passenger seat, I grabbed it and headed up. Most of the guys I passed by were clearly distracted by my presence, and a few whistled for my attention. I shot them a cold glare, but quickly turned it into a warm smile and a head nod. I loved the attention, and the idea of so many easy pickings was making me wet again. By the tenth floor I was starting to slow down. Not because I was out of breath, but all the attention that I was getting was making me too horny to move on. It would be so much easier to take a group of these guys right now. I could get myself covered in their man juices and then make my way faster! The logic seemed flawless, but I knew somewhere inside that it was foolish. Instead, I thought about my mystery man at the top. I convinced myself that he has the only penis that can satisfy me, since he was the one that created me. Every guy likes knowing that they satisfy a woman, so its only natural that if I am his wet dream that I can be more than satisfied by him. My pace quickened as I thought about our sex scandal on the top, unfinished floor. Finally making it there I was only slightly short of breath, and the voice of some man on the phone again got my heart racing. This was it, I could tell from his voice that he was mine. I couldnt explain it, I couldnt even hear what he was saying, but I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Making my way around the plywood labyrinth I found the source of my transformation. The foreman I was looking for yesterday. He was wearing blue jeans and a simple button up shirt, and it looked like he forgot to shave this morning. He didnt turn to me, but he didnt have to. He paced back and forth, I know! Those rodeo chicks were so damn hot, he said, it was confirmed, I would rail any of them all day. A shame none of them had big enough tits though. The biggest was C-cup, tops, and Im sure that was a trick of the light. I could barely stand I wanted him in me so bad, and he wanted me. Tying a lasso, without even really trying I had it up in the air and was throwing it at him. Catching my target by surprise I started to rope him in. his phone crashed to the floor as he turned in my direction, pissed at the interruption, but got weak in the knees quickly as his eyes fell onto my unearthly beauty. He tried to say something, but I grabbed his shoulders, slammed him backwards into one of the concrete pillars behind him, and planted my face onto his. He didnt kiss back right away, but eventually he stopped questioning what was going on and started to reciprocate. My leg started to creep up around him as he pushed himself away from the pillar and traded places with me, pushing me back. The lasso fell to the ground freeing his arms wrap around my body and squeeze me close. My large tits pressed against him, and my tongue ties around his. Still locked together he started kicking his shoes off as I started undoing my belt. He tongue couldnt get enough of the inside of my mouth, and I just wanted it on my other lips. I started to get my pants down from around my waist as he pulled back to pull his shirt off. I kicked his feet out from under him as he did so, grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into my cunt. He didnt try to resist and followed my lead, going to town on it. He wasnt nearly as good as Mr. Revens, but the raw animalistic desires gave it a different engagement. He never really focused on one spot, instead he tried getting everything. He couldnt get enough just as I needed more. I found my hand on the back of his head absolutely thrilling, as another one went straight to my tit. While he went down on me I started to unbutton my shirt and pop off my bra. He ravaged me with his untiring tongue, drinking my flowing vagina with unquenchable thirst. I kept a hand on the back of his head, shoving him in a little more than he probably would have otherwise, and nuzzled my big tits with the other hand finding much joy in putting them into my mouth. His tongue was warm and fluid, stroking my clean-shaven pussy with such ferocity. It was nearly as warm as the way his motions made the pit of my stomach churn with bliss. My hips started to buck as I started to near my climax. My breaths started to get heavier and the way my voice was changing clued him into my nearing orgasm. So he stopped. He lifted my feet up and tore my boots off, and started to pull off my pants. He was keeping me riled in the moment, a move that he will soon pay for. He took my pants off and I shed my shirt backwards as I lunged forward and tore his belt out from the belt loops. Tossing the belt aside I worked his pants off and exposed his stiffy. Both of us entirely naked he tried to grab me to go to work, but I rolled over and pinned him on the ground. We wrestled for control, faces locked in a battle of their own. The struggle for who goes on top was almost evenly matched until I grabbed the rope on the ground and started tying his arms to his side as we rolled. For safe measure I tied his feet together with the other end and climbed up on top. I had won, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Lowering my soaking pussy denied of its previous release I started working my hips into him. Plunging him deeper and deeper, rotating my hips around to push his meat in every spot I can I was acting almost as animalistic as he was just moments ago. He was powerless to do anything except lie there and enjoy the ride. His eyes started to roll backwards the more I gyrated around his pole, thrusting and squirming on top of him. I even grabbed my hat and put it back on my head for show. As I placed the hat back on my head he gritted his teeth and started to try and buck me off of him. Putting a hand on his shoulder I held on with great effort to keep him down and inside me. Every time he shifted and jerked my body shuddered. I could feel the muscles in my pussy quivering and clenching while every nerve in my ass jiggled and cried for more. My tits were flying up and down and to the sides which norm ally would hurt, but they only added to the ride. I was moving so much that I could feel every part of my body move and desire more in their own ways. His eyes on my tits showed that he too loved the way they moved and jiggled from the ride he was giving. He wasnt able to take too much more of this and started to groan. At the moment of his climax he accidentally slipped out and his load blasted up, coating my tits and stomach in his juicy filling. Still needing the release he denied me I continued to grind against his crotch, forcing him to keep jazzing his load onto me and making a huge mess. The feeling of his warm cum nearly coating me and dripping off sent my clit into heaven. My eyes started to roll back so I closed them, leaned back holding him for support, and climaxed with a mighty yell. He continued bucking into me, each thrust sending a tingling pulse through my body. Even my fingertips were feeling it as greatly as my pussy. Satisfied I fell onto the floor next to him and let my eyes remain closed, wanting to just sleep it off. Taking in everything, the thought that I might miss Kate crossed my mind. She was a fun ride, a really fun ride. She was a little too endowed and I would prefer her to be more modest, but overall she had a good life to live out. Where did I stand? I enjoyed sex from this side, but feel nothing but shame afterwards. I didnt know if I was denying myself by feeling ashamed, or denying myself and indulging in sex. The loud pop of my hip going back to its original form cued me in that my real mind will be able to decide. Ill be myself soon again. Soon. Soon? SHIT! I bolted upright, my now lower D-cup flying forward. I was still stark naked, and would have a lot of explaining to do if I didnt get ready and fast. The foreman was already getting dressed, eyes glazed over like I wasnt there, so I grabbed all my clothes and ran around a corner out of sight. I threw the bra over my shoulders, but didnt bother with the clip. It would become my undershirt. I tried to get the boots back on, but my feet were starting to grow and get too large. Hair started to curl up from the tops of my feet, catching the leather and tearing out. My hands started to revert back to their old form, and were surprisingly weaker and less efficient at forcing the boots on. What was I thinking? I was still without underwear and pants. I was so panicked that I wasnt thinking straight. I put my panties back on and pulled them up, but they hung loose around my waist. When I reached down for my pants sitting on the ground the panties dropped to the floor, too big for my normal waist. Decideding that having on crooked underwear is better than not wearing pants I put on the jeans and pulled them up anyway. I looked around and couldnt find the belt, dammit it all to hell! My chest was shrinking, I could feel the load lessen and my movements were more familiar. I reached for my shirt, careful to hold onto the waist of my pants to prevent their fall, and picked it up. Putting my arms through the sleeves my pants and panties dropped to the ground again. My shrinking bust hung freely in the loose shirt, sized for Kates massive rack. The way they shifted as I reached for my pants again caused a familiar throb in my crotch. Pulling my shirt up I could see my clit growing and pushing its way out. My shirt tickled it a little, it was still as sensitive as a womans. My body got hot as it continued to strain and stretch out, urging to be touched. I needed to be careful, I could be caught. My urges were too much though, I started stroking it and grabbing my diminishing boobs. It was so strange. I was masturbating like a guy, but reacting like a girl. My tit was still sensitive, and the whole shaft of my dick felt tender and warm. It was maybe about 30 seconds in when I started to cum, still too female to produce any sperm, but male enough to only feel the sensation centered around my crotch. Leaning back in my ecstasy I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Standing at the far end was a blond sorority looking girl. Her hand was covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, and her eyes showed pure masochistic delight in my predicament. I was almost done shifting which meant no one should be able to see me change, but she could. The more I stared at her cold, heartless eyes the more my mind started to catch up. It was her, one of the witches. My face must have shown the revelation since the second I realized who she was, she calmly started walking away. Pulling my pants up and hopping as I ran in her direction I clumsily made my way over to where she was, Hey! I shouted, Hold up! Was she spooked or toying with me? My bare feet pounded on the ground as I got my pants to stay up despite the lack of a belt and rounded the corner. I saw a flash of blonde hair ahead and took a full sprint over to her, I just wanted to talk! I dont want to hurt you, well, I cant! Just hold up! Truth be told, I wanted to kill her, but all I really wanted was an escape. As I made it to where I saw her go I ran into a dead end, no one in side. Opposite me written in pink spray paint was one simple word: Thanks - L ======================================================================= Chapter Seven [CH007] ======================================================================= Thanks. The word stuck in my head all of the following day and into the next. What did she mean thanks? Oh please dont let that have been Lilah. If that was Lilah, then I made a grave mistake with the lantern. I would almost take the social problems if everyone remembered, at least then Im not living in the dark! No, I cant think like that. She must have meant for the show, she really did seem to enjoy my pain. Oh please dont let that have been the one I released from karma though... Suddenly a firm hand on my back snapped me out of my thoughts. I had nearly forgotten I was at the bar and let myself slip away in my thoughts. It was Jason, he finally showed up. Lazy bastard. Whatd I miss? he asked, sitting down. Just the first quarter, and some commercials youre not going to stop hearing about for the next week I replied. His team didnt make it to the super bowl, but its not like him to be late to these sort of things. Where were you? Oh, you know. I was at the fsjsbv sanf, he said, getting real quiet and mumbling so I couldnt hear him. I sighed, how much and what team? He face beamed, See? Im glad to have my ol buddy back! He was dodging the questions, not as easy on the eyes, but Ill take it! I rolled my eyes and turned back to the game. From anyone else I would be offended, but Jason was just an idiot. A very special idiot. I was glad to be out of that body. Once I got home and jumped into my contemplative showers I started thinking the same thoughts that got me wet earlier that morning and reflexively vomited. The idea of being with a guy was just gross that time. Perhaps I let my guy mind think too much immediately after changing back, and instead I should let more time pass. It felt good to vomit from those thoughts, it was reassuring. I was thinking about going to therapy, but order is finally starting to emerge from the chaos. Well, clarity at least. The entire room erupted in cheers. Quarterback busted out his knee and was being carried out on a stretcher. Bunch of sick fucks. It was good news for my team, but Im not going to delight in what seems to be a career ending injury. Jasons beer dropped to the ground and shattered, his jaw dropped. Someone was losing money tonight. It was really busy tonight. There were at least 30 patrons which was crowded for such a hole in the wall. At least 90 to 95% were guys, and with only two waitresses bussing out wings they were slammed. I really admired their serenity despite the disorder, but the drunken tips they were receiving probably more than made up for it. Jason and I shot the shit for a little while watching the game, talking a lot about last years fiasco at his cousins super bowl party, when the half-time show interrupted our talk. The room was extremely quiet as everyone waited to see who the surprise guest was, only a few tables still talking amongst themselves. The silence was eerie, and I got a really bade vibe. Something in the back of my head was screaming for me to run, and the more I ignored it the more the hair on the back of my neck began to stand. Then the line of cheerleaders marched onto the stage. The room erupted in shouts and hollars, one guy even jumping up on a table and belly drumming in celebration. The louder the room got the more my insides started to implode in on themselves. As the noise started to settle, I started to get really hot. I went to wipe my brow, but there was no sweat. I knew all too well what this meant. Ugh, J- Jason, I started to say, feeling the changes already underway, I- I- He leapt out of his seat and started scanning the room, On it Dean. His eyes settled on the guy standing on the table. He had everyone in the rooms attention, and was making thrusting motions and pretending to be riding one of the cheerleaders. The guy had a little too much to drink, and probably was the source of it. Jason leapt over the bar, shoving the bartender aside as he tried to step in. He grabbed the bucket of ice on the counter in the back and pulled out some of the beers, then leapt back over the bar and ran to the pig dancing on the counter. Standing up on a chair he dumped the whole bucket of ice on him, causing his little dance to end abruptly. I immediately felt the changes halt, and felt nearly as cold as the poor guy covered in ice. The room erupted in laughter and the guy was hauled out by the bouncer. The bouncer went for a grab at Jason, but the barkeep stopped him and popped open a fresh beer for the hero. Jason returned to his seat, smiling like some sort of saint, and popped the beer in his mouth, taking a little too much and gagging it up over his shirt. Dumbass. He went to say something, probably about how great he was, but stopped himself as the look of sheer terror crawled over his face. Bro, you, um, your. My what? I stammered out. I was getting freaked. Youre blonde he stated blankly. Hmm? I responded, looking across the bar and at the mirror that showed me the entire room behind us, So I am. But, I imagine thats from the guy, right? My voice cracked with uneasiness. The nervousness in my system was starting to intensify and spread. Jason shook his head and I could feel my hair continue to grow. Listening I could hear the entire room talking. Most were talking about how awesome it was that Jason dropped the bucket of water on that guy, but many were talking about how right the large horndog was. At least five groups were talking about how awesome it would be to tag-team a cheerleader, and my heart sank. I was too scared to get up. I was frozen in place. My blonde bangs grew to right in front of my eyes, and a quick feel behind told me that I had about shoulder length hair now. It was in pig tails, but not braided like the last time. My jersey, normally loose started to tighten and fit to my form. The bottom started to slide up to create midriff. My hair tickled the bare skin of my back. Feeling my face I watched in the mirror my jaw line become more angled, and felt almost as smooth as my hands. My mouth started to water a lot, for no reason whatsoever. I just started to generate so much saliva that youd think a hot meal was placed in front of me. A breeze blew in as someone entered the bar and made my legs cold. The slacks I was previously wearing were hiking up to shorts and turning pink. Before long they formed together and poofed out into a short skirt. Looking down at my skirt I could see my dick pushing out, hard as a rock. Glancing at Jason I could tell he saw it too. I looked back out at it lurched a little, pushing the skirt aside and sticking out in the open air. I could see my new panties underneath, white and satin. In my peripherals I could see my jersey also turning pink, but still I couldnt budge. I could only move my head around, and my arms a little, but my legs were dead to me. Then the most euphoric feeling I have ever felt washed over me. It was greater than any orgasm I have ever felt, man or woman, and caused me to spasm a little. It grew and grew, getting stronger and stronger, making my dick rage even fiercer. I thought about stroking it to get more out of the intense feeling, but fear of judgment was enough to withhold it. Jason snapped out of his stupor as he bolted away from me and tried getting the guys to settle down, but I knew it was too late. My legs crossed and clenched my dick, still rock hard as the waves started to become more and more centralized around my chest. I was worried about what this sensation meant for my tits. My chest started to bulge rather quickly, much faster than before. They swelled and pushed my new top out, but it grew as well to fit their incoming size. Within seconds they were already a C-cup and showed no sign of slowing down. The larger they got, the more the intense feeling got. It was similar to a male orgasm, but centered on the breasts. I couldnt tell if their size meant for a more intense feeling, or if there was just more volume to feel the pleasure. Regardless I leaned forward in my bar stool, pressing them against the counter and squeezed the cold beer in my hand as hard as I could. My other hand moved itself to my dick, which couldnt take being ignored anymore and started to stroke it. My forehead was against the counter, eyes clenched tight. Oh... OH... OOOOHHHHH!!! I moaned and screamed. I had to bit my lower lip to prevent from yelling out. I started to blast a load of cum out as my swelling chest got so big that my head no longer could rest on the counter. I guessed myself to be about the same size as when I was that librarian, but I was still going. How big was I going to get? These were way too big. The counter just pressing against them was getting me off, if they got any bigger a gentle breeze would send me over in orgasm. I pulled my arms in, holding my chest, and lifted my head to look in the mirror. I could see myself rising slightly simply from my still expanding boobs. When they finally stopped each one was at least the size of a basketball, but felt like each one was a bowling ball. Leaving the counter to support my massive weight I noticed my beer start to shift and change into a pom-pom. The napkin dispenser not too far away also did the same, even though I wasnt touching it. My dick, still in my hand, and still rock hard started to shrink and disappear. It wont be long before it completely is completely tucked away in my new pussy, which I was sort of waiting for since having it so hard was extremely uncomfortable. I could suddenly hear the sound of my skin, mostly exposed from this skirt and thin panties, rubbing on the plastic of the bar stool. My ass could be audibly heard growing because of this, and grabbed Jasons attention. He ran over just in time to see the finishing changes being made. My plump ass was growing, and all I could do was rest my head against my massive tits and moan as I looked at my friend. My hot, cum-filled friend. Dropping the pom-pom in my hand I lunged forward, grabbing his belt and tried desperately to get it off, licking my lips the whole time. He jumped back, smacking my hands away, and that caused me to lose my balance entirely from the sheer lack of balance with such a large chest. I crashed into the ground and started crawling to my prize. Dude, stop it! he yelled. But, but I want it, that makes it okay, right? I pleaded, giving him a hurt puppy dog look. You arent yourself. Lets get you out of here before you do what I think is going to happen, he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me off the ground and to the door. NO! I yelled, pulling my arm away. Just the force of that movement caused my chest to shake wildly, you dont know whats going to happen! Maybe I WANT to fuck? Ever think of that? I dont know what came over me. My body and voice was not my own, the words were someone elses. I was scared. I admit that I enjoyed sex, but this was too much. I looked around the room and what I saw mortified me. Every guy was standing, facing me. All with raging boners. That wasnt what I was scared of though, even the waitresses, now waiters, were guys. Not a single girl existed in the bar. Two guys came out of the womens room and looked over at me like I was their next target. Dean, you dont. You dont need to do this, leave here with me and well get you home. Remember Kate? Maybe being a woman wouldnt be so bad, you wont have to do this! But... I will. I already lunged for Jason and tried to get him off. Kate was different, she was a personal slut. Here though, I was a cum dumpster. I will take any penis I see, no matter where I am, for eternity if I leave. Worse yet, I doubt I would ever be able to track everyone in this bar down again to satisfy the requirements of turning back. I cant run. Id be a huge-tittied piece of mans paradise forever. On some level I think Jason knew this. He just shook his head and left the bar, not wanting to be a part of this. It broke my heart a little, but as I stood up, the smell of all the men in here set me wild. I wasnt even thinking about Jason anymore, but instead thought about all the delicious cocks that can satisfy me. I needed to be satisfied, and I was unsure there was enough dick in here to do the job. Grabbing my pom-poms I jumped up on a table and started to cheer, C-O- C-K COCK COCK COCK! The room erupted in cheers as my huge tits bounced and hit my face, and sagged down again only to come back up to their perky resting place. The more I cheered and jumped, the more the testosterone in the room soared. The two waiters dropped their trays of food and rushed me, one grabbing my feet and ripping them out from under me, and the other catching me to prevent any injury. Like a swarm the room moved in on me and started to grab me and undress themselves. My underwear was ripped off of my body quickly, and already a penis was penetrating my vagina. It felt good, sure, but it wasnt enough. Dropping my pom-poms I grabbed the nearest dick and pulled it in, leading the guy to my mouth. Taking him in I felt better, but still needed more. I was on my back, head backwards, and started to give two other guys a handjob. The guy in my pussy didnt last long and soon busted a nut in me, but was quickly replaced by another. Others were forced to make do watching or grabbing my tits. At least 10 different guys had a hand on my tits and were squeezing, when a greedy one climbed on top and lifted my top up. Placing his dick in between he started to fuck them, my tits squeezed together from how many people were grabbing at them. One of the guys in my hand started to cum, shooting himself all over my face. That caused two other guys to unleash themselves on my stomach and face, and the guy in my mouth shot down my throat. For lasting so long I took the guy in my other hand to my mouth and started blowing him, replacing him with another bystander The more cum deposited on and in me the closer I felt to cumming myself, but I still wasnt there yet. The ride, though, was exhilarating. My pussy was being pounded so fiercely, so strongly, that the guy down there must have been holding this in for a long time. He was rough, and caused me to be equally as rough with the others that I handled. The man in my chest soon blew a load all over my chin and between my tits, and was replaced by someone else that wanted a shot at them. Impatient, someone pulled over a chair and started fucking my tits from the other side, both fitting between them just fine. My pussy soon was bursting with more cum and someone else came in, this guy, however climbed up on the table and used a chair in order to let someone else stick it in my ass. It was painful at first, since this was the first time I have ever had anal, but the cum dripping from my soaking pussy lubed him up without a hitch. It was a strange feeling at first, but I could feel his dick and the other dick in my pussy hitting each other, and that sent me screaming. I wasnt able to yell to loud, but the blowjob I was giving soon ended with more cum in my mouth. I loved this. I felt no shame. No remorse. The more dick I had the better I felt. The more cum I had, the better I felt. Some of it was drying, and that was no good. I wanted to be a princess, coated in so much sperm that I would be unrecognizable. I wanted jizz over every inch of my body, and inside of it as well. I started to buck my hips and clench my vagina so that they would finish faster down there, and was rewarded greatly for my efforts. Everyone in me exploded almost all at once, filling every crevice of my body with their juices. Taking the opportunity I got up and laid a man down on his back and climbed on top, putting him in my pussy. My front was covered in sperm, and my backside needed to be as well. Someone else climbed up on the chairs and entered my ass, and another guy came in, double penetrating my pussy. I screamed in delight, feeling my insides stretch and welcome the newcomers. My screams didnt last long however since another came by and jammed himself in my mouth, pounding me with as much force as the guys down there did. At least five more guys came on my back and my ass cheeks. My hair was dripping, but that didnt stop one of the guys from grabbing it and pulling on it to get in deeper. My huge tits never touched the guy under me from all the hands on them. I was in heaven. This body was built to pleasure men, and I was more than willing to do that. My only regret was that I stayed, since when this ends Ill change back and not be able to do this. Why didnt I listen to Jason and leave? I could please every man I ever met, and that would be wonderful! I started losing track of how many loads I was taking. I was getting close to my own climax, and the constant coat of cum kept me warm from the draft that flowed through the bar as someone entered. Thank god, another dick to plunge into me. The newcomer moved in near my face and the hand closest to him was freed as another one dropped his semen onto me. I reached for the new cock, but was met with jeans. Unable to really turn my head and see because of the cock being driven into my mouth I felt around for a belt. Instead, all I found were chains and a girlish giggle. I struggled and strained to turn my head just as the figure crouched in and brought her face within inches of mine. Hello Steven, she said, her long dark hair and black eyeliner as foreboding as I remember. It was her, Lara, the one that did this to me. I tried to shove the guys off of me so that I could give this bitch what she has coming, but this cum-crazed body had invested too much time and was too close to climaxing to allow me to stop it. For the first time I realized what I was doing and where I was, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I continued to get these guys off and be blasted with sperm, and continued to love it. My my, arent you just a difficult one to satisfy, she said with a dark laugh, I have done some adventurous things in my time but you, haha, you Steven have easily topped anything I have done. She pulled a seat up and sat down. Every time I thought about doing something to her I swear my body got hotter and enjoyed the sex a little more. It almost made me try to consciously think bad things just to get the most out of my pounding. Leanne told me about your little rodeo the other day, She said with the same sense of enjoyment she got the night she cursed me, I have to say, you are a surprising little piece of work Steven. You escaped your fate, you could have lived your life as a rich, successful woman, but you CHOSE to come back to this. She leaned back in her chair, twirling her hair. Everyone around her seemed to not even notice she was there, only that I was a big-tittied fuckfest for them to stick it into. The man in my mouth blew his load and pulled out, finally I had a chance to talk. Swallowing his load I started to speak, Im not- but was interrupted by another dick promptly waiting to get inside. As much as I enjoyed their enthusiasm, I needed to tell her that Im not Steven! Not enjoying this? She asked, losing her place in what she was saying about my last transformation, Well of course you are. Thats the beauty of all this. You DO enjoy this, I MADE you that way. Why? Well, Im sure your cold showers every night answer that pretty well. Was she watching me? Then she should know that Im not Steven! DAMMIT! You know Steven, I should have done this to you the first time you harassed me. I cant believe I let you stalk me for a whole month before I did anything to you. The dicks in my pussy both unloaded and were replaced by others, more cum sprayed all over my back. The guy in my mouth needed to finish so I could talk, but the facial I was receiving distracted me too much to focus on him. The hell? I heard he say, looking past me and at the opposite wall. Turning my attention I could see the red head moving her hands around, glowing, and chanting something. She was outside, eyes closed, and doing something. Not long after looking though I saw the blonde move in and disrupt her, knocking her out and dragging her away. It appears my sister is becoming a bit of a nuisance. Lara said blandly, turning her attention back to me, Still, it was her idea to give you that lantern and she did so behind our backs. Im grateful, I really am. I didnt think you had it in you to forgive me. Good thing you did to, she said, pointing a finger at all the men in the room, All these men? Pfft, Id be the cosmos most wanted if you werent such a stand-up guy. I hope you got my message from Leanne, thanks. She stood up, patted my cock-filled cheek twice, wiped the jizz on the shoulder of some absent-minded guy, and walked out. I needed her here. I needed to talk, I didnt forgive her! I NEVER WILL! But I was gagging on too much dick to say anything. The ranks around the room were starting to thin, and the massive amounts of cum dropping on me made me escalate to a full-fledged orgasm. I jerked and moved with the most intense, satisfying pleasure I have ever felt. I allowed myself to give in to it just to at least enjoy the experience. I felt myself discharge and squirt everywhere. The guy under me and the guys behind me were coated in my eruption, and the fifteen or so guys still standing around all exploded at once on me. I stood up, soaked to the bone in spunk. I rubbed my hands over my skin, shuddering with each touch. I shoveled handfuls of it into my mouth and groped my humongous tits with it. I wasnt done with sex, I wanted more. I wanted to do that at least until sunrise, perhaps until the next nightfall. I wanted more dick. I fucking wanted more! I fucking wanted to be a slut! I wanted to fuck everything and everyone! I- I- I really needed to get out of here. Emerging from my stupor I ran to my car, pulling my shirt down. I didnt care if I left anything behind, I just needed to get home and wash this off of me. I had so much tit, so much to change that I was still a B-cup when I went into the house. I was still covered in the goop and took such a scalding hot shower that my skin was burned raw. I vomited from the smell alone several times, and scrubbed for over an hour before I declared myself mildly functional. Digging through my bathroom trash I found the note from the lantern, and the message on the back of it. Just earlier today I was thinking about how much better life would be without this memory block. I would have support, I wouldnt be alone. Fuck, I might even attract the attention of some high wizard or some shit and find a cure! After re- reading the note I found nothing about Lara being forgiven. I read it at least six times. Tearing it up in frustration I saw the writing on the back. It took a little puzzle-solving, but eventually I pieced it together. All. Of. Them? ALL? OF? THEM? ALL OF THEM?! ALL OF THEM ARE FORGIVEN?! THAT BULLSHIT FLIES?! What the fuck was this fucking piece of fucking fuck FUUUUUCK?! In my anger I smashed my hands in the bathroom mirror, fracturing it and causing it to crash down, getting everywhere. My hands were bloody messes, and my feet were just as bad as I stopped my way out into the kitchen. Grabbing the lantern I chucked it as hard as I could into the wall, and smashed my barstool over the counter. My only consolation, my only bit of solace that I got out of any of this was that they got the wrong guy and the universe would take care of that for me. Three days. Three days to Magicon. If I find a reversal effect thats okay. If I find a way to drive a stake in the hearts of those life ruining selfish bitch ass cunts, Ill record the event and watch it daily just for my amusement. ======================================================================= Chapter Eight [CH008] ======================================================================= I sat on the couch, my single bag of luggage next to me. My hands throbbed a little in their bandaging, and my feet were equally as sore from the shards of glass I stepped on. I regretted my actions a little, mostly because it was an expensive mirror, but I was still too pissed at the treachery to really care. When I find them I dont know who I want to kill more, Lilah or Lara. Theyre all going to pay a price for what they did, but I didnt even know where to begin or how. I started tapping my foot and glaring down at my watch. Jason was an hour late. He was supposed to be here already and we should already be at the airport. We still had time, but I didnt want to risk getting randomly searched and held up. I am not missing this chance at finding some real answers. I played random games on my phone from time to time, but closed out after only a few minutes expecting to have to leave soon. The bell finally rang and I nearly leapt out of my skin. Jason, youre late as shi- I started, opening the door. Doesnt matter, you owe me, he said barging in and grabbing my bag. He looked jumpy. I can carry my own ba- I started again, but he cut me off for the second time. Nope, Im faster. Lets go, the car is still runni- SHIT! He said, darting down the outside hallway and down the stairs. I closed the door and locked it behind me looking down at what was freaking him out. His ex was pulling up in her neon blue jaguar, probably stolen from whatever poor bastard she was sleeping with currently. I always called her Crazy Cassie, and knew I really didnt have time to ask questions. I followed Jason, nearly on his heels as we jumped into his car and peeled out of there. Jason! I started once we made it on the road, Cassie right behind us, what the fuck is she doing here?! He smirked a little nervously, Well, you know that one chick I picked up from the bar last night? I nodded, Well, turns out she was a little too innocent to know what I meant by taking her home. I struck out. ... so? I started, Whats your point? Dude, she was a virgin, and smoking hot, he continued, Cassie nearly rear-ending us she was so close, and I REALLY needed to sleep with her. So much that, well, if I came over when I needed that might have just happened. I was flabbergasted, That doesnt explain why the crazy bitch is tailing us like the KGB! Jason was silent for a minute, shes all I could get on such short notice. It was her or you bro. Like I said, you owe me. Unbelievable. I really do owe Jason everything, except I would almost rather have had to lay under him than deal with this psychotic ex. Almost. About halfway to the airport a cop ended up pulling in behind her and lighting her up. She refused to pull over, but Jason did anyway. We were both going about 40 over the limit anyway. Our hearts were racing, but the second the officer got up to her window Jason hit the gas and got right back onto the highway. The cop took a few steps forward, but then re-directed his anger to Cassie. How much time do you think that bought us? I asked. Depends on how quickly Cassie gets that cops pants down or if she calls daddy, I nearly forgot that her father was some high ranking deputy sheriff. I dont think she has a ticket on file that ever stuck. Well, at least she doesnt know where were going, right? I continued, take the next exit and use the closest state road. Its slower, but not so linear to allow her to catch up. In agreement, Jason pulled over to the next exit and got off the highway. It added about 20 minutes to the drive, but we got to the airport with plenty of time to catch our flight. We got a parking pass and took a spot. The walk was a long one, but the trolley wasnt making its rounds in the parking lot. Besides, it gave us time to relax a little and allow our heart rates to at least settle down. We were pretty silent for a majority of the walk. I knew he took a bullet for me, but the reasoning was a little awkward to really discuss. The line for bag check-in was a good 20 minutes, but we managed to get through our turn without any real problems. Security, however, was a nightmare as we expected. It was nearly an hour of standing at the gate waiting to be let in before our turn came up. Jason got in no problem, but when it was my turn a loud, high pitched, YOU FUCKING ASSWIPE! carried through the terminal. I turned around to see Cassie charging full force at us. The TSA stopped her before she could barrel through security, but she was screaming and hollering at the top of her lungs, THOSE TWO! THEM! THEYRE TERRORISTS! BOMB! HIJACKING! KNIFE! DRUGS! she screamed. Without missing a beat an agent took Jason aside to one of the glass walls for a pat-down. Sorry sir, but we have to investigate any and all claims of a potential danger, she said to Jason. He didnt seem too resistant, hell he would probably get her number by the end of it. The large gentleman next to me that could have been a bouncer just got a large grin on his face. Congratulations. You have been randomly selected for a strip search. He bellowed out, gripping my arm and pulling me into a nearby room. The room had one-way windows that overlooked the entire lobby. I thought they were mirrors when I was on the other side, but from here I could see almost everything. The room was only elevated four or five feet, but that little height gave me a good view of Cassie getting cuffed and dragged away, our bags getting loaded outside, and Jasons arm being written on by the TSA agent. The room was dimly lit and inside was a pilot drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. Alex, you know you cant be in here, the hulk of a TSA agent said, shoving me against the glass window. The break room is full, he said casually. The agent grinned, well maybe if you didnt sleep around so much the work place would be less hostile. Perhaps, he said quietly, But really all I want is some quiet. He took another sip, looked at me, and turned back to his paper. hes not the usual. Someone claimed him a terrorist, so I have to. He said, a bit begrudgingly. He pushed me again against the glass wall, take your shoes off. He ordered. I leaned over to take off my shoes, and a sort of nervousness started to well up from the pit of my stomach. I was starting to lose my breath, and tried desperately to not panic. The more I tried though, the more the attack seemed to grow. I managed to get one shoe untied through the hyperventilating, but the second shoe was different. It had a buckle, not shoelaces, and the heel of it was extending. My other shoe already matched it. I wasnt having a panic attack, but I think I was about to. Socks! he demanded, kicking my feet out from under me as I tried to stand back up. I reached for my socks, but instead of the thick cotton I was greeted with a very thin, brown legging. I tried to grab it and pull it off, but it started to grow up my leg, making me miss the top of it. My legs were sensitive, and I could feel them creeping their way up. My black pants tightened and started to get shorter, gaining Dark blue vertical stripes as they did so. I had trouble keeping up with the leggings, so I started at the toes and started to peel them off that way. They were constantly staying at a length just below the knee, making it nearly impossible to get it to come off. Just as my other leg stopped feeling the rising fabric, the one I was working on slipped off. My pants, now shorts, started to grab at each other and jerked my knees together as they formed a pinstriped pencil skirt. I hiked it up and pulled the other legging down. It went smoothly at first, but as my leg hair started to recede into me it started to catch against my freshly shaven skin. My skirt was a little loose around the waist, but my ass started to bubble and shake as it started to fill in. My hips popped and cracked, but the noise was almost non-existent to my ears over the amazing feeling of my expanding ass. The way my skin rubbed against the satin inside of my skirt felt wonderful. My raging hard on getting smaller and smaller as it slipped inside of me and formed into its new clitoris. It was the first time I lost my dick so early in a transformation, but it did nothing to quench my arousal. The agent grabbed my hair and started to lift me off the ground. It hurt like hell, and I could see my faint reflection in the window slipping down back to the ground. My hair was growing as his fist held onto it, making him hold on longer. I eventually rose to my feet and was pushed into the window again. My scalp was screaming, and the expression on my face reflected that. I could see my features slim and feel them prickle. My hair was long and wavy now, and my jacket matched the pinstripe of my skirt. Jacket, he demanded, tugging on my hair a little. It no longer hurt, and instead got me off a little. I loved the idea of what this big, muscular man was going to do to me in here and could smell my vagina flowing with anticipation. I pulled off my jacket and cast it aside, revealing my tight button up shirt growing with my budding chest. I the fabric pushed aside from my growing chest as my tits formed, but I had no time to admire it as he demanded my shirt off. Tearing through the buttons I stripped down to just my bra and watched the final growth of my chest. They stopped at a modest C-cup, something I have been waiting a long while for, yet I feel I was just getting used to having such large tits and was slightly disappointed. Skirt, missy, the agent said from behind me, kicking the back of my knee and almost causing me to buckle into the ground. I undid the tiny belt I had on and dropped my skirt down. It was a little tricky, since I wasnt used to pulling them down, but once it got over the bulk of my hips it fell effortlessly to the ground. Suddenly his hands were on me, ripping my panties down and undoing my bra, he shoved my shoulders forward so I was forced to lean against the glass with my hands and he kicked my feet apart. He started to grope every inch of me, despite being entirely naked, and I felt exposed. I could see the entirety of the airline terminal, but they couldnt see me. I felt like I was on display for them. His fingers dug into my vagina, and my legs quivered. I couldnt wait for his dick to penetrate me. My juices lubed his fingers as they slid into my asshole, and he felt around there as well. Throwing me to the ground he said, youre clear, get dressed and head to your flight, and simply walked away. ... what? He walked to the door, unlocked it, and stood there waiting for me. I quickly threw my clothes back on confused as all hell. I needed to fuck him, I cant change back until I do, I dont want to be stuck as some slut! I dont know what this body does, or how it acts around other men. Did I hit the jackpot like I did with Kate? Or did I have some new history that will creep up and haunt me one day? As I grabbed my jacket I noticed a name tag, Charlotte F. Head Stewardess. Well, I know my name at least, but this was bad. I could very well end up on the wrong flight if I didnt get a good dicking soon. The pilot in the corner stood up and set his paper down, I nearly forgot he was in here. He walked to the door, Well John, he said to the agent, thanks for bringing in my usual. Glad to see what Ill be, well, getting into, hehehe. He laughed quietly to himself. He looked at me, and once I made eye contact it was instant chemistry. It was him, I needed him to make me his bitch. Charlotte, good to have you aboard. Head to Gate 7C, thats our flight. Even better, thats my flight. I made my way through the airport rather clumsily. My heels kept clicking in rhythm with my steps and distracting me. My hips would sway from side to side, but my strides were severely limited. If I moved too fast my skirt would start to hike up, so I had to keep my paces small and brisk. Eventually I got the hang of it, but was sent off-balance by a firm slap on the ass. A man I walked past decided the tight skirt and round butt was too much to resist and went for a slap. He took another step forward and went for a squeeze, but the huge TSA agent from before tackled him to the ground and began dragging him off, Sorry about him Charlotte he said, almost gently as opposed to the stern commands from before, I would have been here sooner if I wasnt already heading to help the others with some crazy woman screaming about you-know-whats. She has a nice Jag, though. Anyway, be seeng ya, he said, lifting the guy off the ground and carrying him away. How this guy still has a job with his brutality is beyond me, but at least I benefitted from it. I made it to the plane just in time for boarding, Thank god youre here one of the other attendants said, flustered, I would have had to be the head stewardess and I dont think I could handle that yet. She was very panicked and took off. She was pretty cute, but somehow I dont think I would have a shot with her in my present condition. Another attendant, much older, skulked over to me, yippee, she said very dry and sarcastically, looks like I get to deal with the first class pricks after all. Listen up missy, your tight little ass may help you fuck your way up the ladder now, but its real workers like me that keep this place going. She spat at my feet and walked passed me on the way to the front of the plane, make sure you smile as you greet all of the passengers, deary. Shit, I have to work until I get this done? Its a 6 hour flight. If I need to fuck this pilot, it needs to be before I go insane. I got out of retail a long time ago, and cant imagine working in the service industry again, especially on such expensive tickets. I stood at the door, hands folded in front of my still dripping vagina, and waited. I had no idea if this is what I was supposed to be doing, but considering that the bitter crone didnt tell me I was doing something wrong I assumed I was doing it right. Alex, the pilot, got on and tipped his hat to me, remember, just three knocks when youre ready, he said, unlocking the cockpit and heading inside. The co-pilot was already sitting down and preparing the plane for take-off. It was another 10 minutes before the passengers started to board. I greeted each one with a smile, and even got a box of chocolates from one of the businessmen in first class, a trick I once employed to get special treatment on a business trip. My heart fluttered at the thought and immediately thought about repaying him in the bathroom stalls with my watering mouth, but quickly shunted the thought from my mind. Most of the guys boarding were cute and I wanted to take them all. I continued to keep up appearances, but a few of them were able to see through the guise, or smell my lonely pussy. I was worse than the last time I was stuck, I needed out of this body before the old bat was proven right, Im not going to be able to keep my legs together very long. Then Jason came on, looking backwards. He was holding up the line, but the people behind him kept pushing him forward. Um, miss? he started before I could greet him, we cant leave yet. My friend- he tried to say, but was pushed. He resisted this time, pushing back, Hands off ya troll! he yelled at the fat man behind him. Look, my friend was selected for a cavity search, you guys delay for that, right? I wanted to tell him it was me, but there were too many people, Dont worry sir, we were informed, I said. It was all I could come up with, but the relief on his face was enough. He took his seat not too far from where I was, and the large troll behind him practically molested me with his eyes. It was annoying being as repetitive as I was, but I didnt want to cause any trouble and get kicked off the plane. I made my way to the food cart and wrote a note on a napkin saying Its me, Dean. I poured a drink to bring out with the napkin, but realized that it would be suspicious to only give it to one person. I poured two more drinks and started in the back. I gave the first drink to the gentleman that gave me the box of chocolates, and the man behind him got offended, what gives? he shouted, I want some special treatment! The man who I gave the drink to simply turned and said, Its a business deal my company made. There are two others from the firm here that get a similar drink before the flight. He was suave and so sure with himself. He looked up at me, Isnt that right Charlotte? Y- yes I said, confirming his lie, If you would like to make a similar arrangement in the fut- Oh shut up you bimbo, the hurt man said. Someone wasnt getting an extra pillow during the flight. The second drink I brought to Jason, sitting alone in the window seat, I dont want a drink, he said, glancing at the glass. please sir, I insisted, compliments of the house. I said no, he continued, pushing it away. Sighing I simply muttered, okay Crazy Cassie, whatever you say, and dropped the tray in the seat next to him and placed the glass and napkin down. I saw him grab the napkin, the writing face up, but didnt get to see a reaction as I walked away. The third gentleman that I gave the drink to I had to lean over to get. He was obviously a powerful business man, and figured that keeping him happy would make my life easier. I could feel my ass stretching the fabric out as I leaned forward, and the huge boner of the man behind me only verified what I thought about myself. Slut, the old stewardess said as I made my way back to the front. She stood up and gave the safety talk, and sat back down for lift-off. Once we were in the air I went to get this over with the pilot, but the help light above Jasons head lit up. Not keeping him in the dark I made my way over to him. Dude, the fuck? he asked, rather annoyed. Youre going to be stuck like that unless we can find ou- Its the pilot, I said, cutting him off with a whisper. So youre stuck until we land? That place is tight under lock and key, youll never get in to- I got it covered, I purred out. Jasons eyes were on my chest again, Shame, they could be bigger. I wanted to slap him, but decided that would be one of the worse things I could do. I tried to make my way back, but nearly every passenger wanted my attention for something. Most were simply flirting and trying to get my number, but many just wanted something and treated me like a vending machine. It took nearly an hour and a half of flight time before everyone was finally situated enough to make my way in the cockpit, so the pilot could make his way into mine. I knocked three times and waited a moment. About to give up I started to walk away, but the door opened. Well well, you just cant wait can you? Alex said, eyeing me up and down, most tend to wait until at least the four hour mark before they cant resist. Come in. I stepped in, the co-pilot busy. I hope you get the clap, the co-pilot announced a little bitterly. Hes just upset I fucked his sister last week, Alex said, opening the pilots restroom, hell come around. The room was small, really only big enough for two standing up. I barely had enough time to look around before his hands were on me, whipping me around, and shoving his tongue down my through. He squeezed my ass and spanked it while my hands ran up his sides. His other hand ran through my dark, wavy hair, and I stripped him of his belt. you are so impatient, he said between breathes. Youre worth jumping to the ending, I stammered out, hot and heavy in breath. I undid his top button and pulled his pants down, and he hiked my skirt up. Lifting me, he placed me on the sink counter and rubbed his hard wood against my panties. Pulling them down, he slid it into me, hands on my ass to push it in deeper. The grip he had on me was rallying me up. I started to move my hips in rhythm with him, still making out. I tore my jacket off and unbuttoned my shirt as he continued to pile drive into me. Once freed, my tits bounced around with our fucking, and he drive his face into my neck. He bit and sucked my neck while my stiff nipples bounced and rubbed lightly against his jacket. The fabric was electrifying, making me buck and shudder, intensifying his long, hard dick sliding in and out. I ran my hands up his back and through his hair, and his remained planted firmly on my juicy ass. His thumbs rubbed my sides, making me get closer to climax. It wasnt long before the waves of cumming washed over me, and when I did he started pounding even harder. I didnt know if we hit turbulence or what, but my entire world shook violently. Alex slinked out of me, still rock hard and hasnt finished yet, and sat down on the toilet with the lid down. My body was still in a euphoric state and everything was foggy, but I managed to move over to him and sit down on his rod, plunging it into me. My back was to him, and I leaned back as he continued pumping into me. I was starting to come into myself again, but the sensation of being fucked put me right back into that euphoric paradise. His dick pulsed in and out until we hit heavy turbulence. The whole plane shook, vibrating me and bouncing his dick in all the right places. He started to moan and cum, shooting himself up into me, injecting me with his red-hot semen. He continued to plow up into me, pressing my ass down on him I didnt come again, but I might as well have from the high I was getting from him unloading inside of me. I simply sat there, feeling him twitch inside of me as his penis got soft. It was a slow process, but it flicked and twitched as his sperm started to seep out of me. He had to push me off and pull my panties up in order to get out. I simply put my jacket on and made my way to my seat, my heels already turning back into their regular shoes, my ass accidentally brushing his face as I got to my window seat. Jason wouldnt look at me, Im sure how messy my hair was and how my skirt was still partially hiked up gave it away. If that didnt, then my transformation back into a man did. The rest of the flight was quiet, I leaned against the window and slept while he watched the in- flight movie. I could tell how embarrassed he was, and I was equally as ashamed. I dont know if I made the right choice going in so early. I wanted desperately to shower, and wouldnt have had to put up with this feeling if I remained a woman for just a few more hours. Once we landed we hailed a taxi and hitched a ride to the hotel. Check- in was smooth, and the shower was even smoother. Feeling better I emerged, and Jason seemed to have lightened up and began talking. We discussed what tomorrow was going to be like, and before laying down in my twin bed I went to plug in my phone. It was off, which was peculiar, but I would have done that if I didnt change, so I guess alter-ego me did it, or whatever you want to call it. I turned it on and had a missed phone call from Steven Hallows: Hey Dean Collins, this is Steven Hallows. I got your note, sorry about the full mailbox. I just have SO MUCH fucking pussy flying at me that its just easier to keep the bitches down with keeping it full, am I right? Anyway, I unblocked your number so you can text me, any texts you sent until now would have wound up with all the other cunts trying to get a piece of this hot action. Shame you want my fuckpad, but Im sure that you could use it for all the crazy leftovers that drop by. Anyway bro, let me know when youre free to swing by and Ill show you all the best places to get your sex on in here and strike a deal. Nowhere near as much as I get, but if you have the swagger like me, Im sure you got them lined up. Talk to ya later brokskalosk! Steven seems charming, at least I dont have to worry about him blue- balling and changing me into a sex doll. ======================================================================= Chapter Nine [CH009] ======================================================================= I had trouble sleeping that night. I felt like a child waiting for Christmas, and was told that Santa wont come if I didnt sleep. I was too excited for finally getting answers. I can figure out how to reverse this, or at the very least block it. Maybe I can find out how to track them. Maybe Steven will be another key to this puzzle once I return. At around 1 AM I set my alarm to wake Jason up. If I cant sleep, hes not sleeping in. I was ready and dressed before the alarm even went off, and had to tear the comforter off of Jasons bed to get him up. Eventually he rolled out and got dressed, only to be rushed out into the hallway still yawning. We got into the complimentary trolley that would take us and other enthusiasts to the convention and I rode the entire way on the edge of my seat. There were all kinds of people on the ride, a lot more variety than I thought to see. It was about a 40 minute transit, since we had to stop at several other hotels, but when we finally arrived I could feel it. The sense of victory. Finally, my happy ending. The convention was located in a huge stretch of open land, vendors and the likes all set up in tents. The weather was beautiful. It was cold enough to see my breath, but the direct rays of the sun warmed me right up to the point that I almost wanted to take off my jacket. There were street performers doing random illusions and card tricks. The nearest vendor was selling trick hats and rigged card decks. The one across the way was selling doves and rabbits. Then it dawned on me. This isnt real magic, its stage magic. I think Jason noticed first since he put his hand on my shoulder and said, Well, maybe theres some of the real stuff here? he pulled out a program while I cursed under my breath, How does Madam Foreskin sound? You mean foresight? I corrected. Yeah, sure, whatever, he said dismissively, pulling me in tow. Once we got to the site there sat a woman behind a crystal ball giving fortunes out. With the children they were all promised fortune and prosperity, adults received very vague readings. When it came to be my turn the old lady who could barely see passed her bushy eyebrows waved her hands around the crystal ball. Fog machines filled the tent. I see. I see. I SSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!! she yelled out, You, have an active sex life, yes? My heart skipped a beat, could she be the real deal? Y-yes. I do! I exclaimed. I know! I see! she said, nearly talking over me, I see... a woman. Shes very pretty. Congratulations. NEXT! Throwing my fee down I stood up and left, a little upset that I even fell for it. We walked around from tent to tent finding crock after crock after crock. Super Hoodoo? Sold crap from the side of the road. Whammy Granny? Pretty sure it was a sex shop, but surprisingly subtle. Demon Wares? Not so subtle. Gypsy Gerry? A good show and well deserving of tips, but not the right fit. We spent hours looking, and still nothing. Hey Dean! I found it! I heard Jason yell down the lane. What? What is it?! I exclaimed, running up to him. This! he said, over-enthusiastically pointing to a small out-of-the- way tent with a sign that read Spells R Us. We looked at each other indifferently for a few seconds before both bursting out laughing. Sp- Spells R Us? I managed to get out through my tears of laughter. Its like- Its like they want us to know its a phony, Jason said, equally having trouble speaking. Skip? I suggested, calming down a little. Yeah, no way thatll help. Hahaha, Spells R Us. That was a good one, that was good. He started to walk away and I followed. Straight ahead was probably the largest tent in the convention reserved for the shows. Coming up next was Magic Daves X-show. The most extreme magic youll see. We went inside, might as well enjoy some shows since were already here. Ive seen the X-games on TV before and wondered how a magic adaptation of it would work. I didnt see any kids in here, but it was getting late so they must be getting tired and heading home. The inside was massive, circus sized I would guess. The risers surrounded the stage in an amphitheater, the back part curtained off for storage. Despite how high we were, the stage was clearly visible and almost every minute detail could be seen from here. We managed to sit down just in time for the lights inside to dim down and fog to roll in. An announcer came over the loudspeakers to announce Magic Dave! And his sexy assistants! A man in a cape strolled out of the back with a cane, followed by two voluptuous women in black leotards, fishnet stockings, bare arms, and white bunny ears with bunny tails. I could even see how hard their nipples were from here. Good thing the children werent here, a few of them would be hitting puberty right now. Magic Dave gave his introduction, dropped a few one-liners, and sexually harassed his bunny girls much to the amusement of the audience. After his introductions he said that he would like his opening trick to involve a volunteer. The entire crowd nearly registered of the Richter scale from how loud they were to get noticed. The spotlights scanned the audience for a minute, teasing, until all three of them stopped. On me. We have our volunteer! magic Dave yelled out. I didnt want to go, but Jason shoved me out of my seat and clapped, egging me on chanting my name. The people nearby also started to chant, and that spread to the section, and eventually the whole tent. Dean! Dean! Dean! Dean! Dean! They all cheered, the drunk motherfuckers. Once I got up there I stood next to magic Dave, slightly shorter than him, Well normally, Dean, I would ask you your name, but I believe we are well passed those pleasantries, am I right? The crowd laughed, some hollered. I was hoping for a more attractive one to be chosen, I think someone up in tech is out of a job. You hear that Brandon? Time to start looking for work! The crowd laughed again, I kid, I kid. For my first trick, I would like you all to know that this was not planned. Dean? Was this planned? No, I said into the microphone he held out for me. Do you know what Im about to do? he continued. No, I replied again. Are... ya nervous? he put the microphone out for me again. Yes? I said, unsure if I should be or not. Magic Dave laughed a little darkly before dropping his voice to a low baritone, Good. The crowd cheered again, Well Dean, I would like you to step into that box behind me. I listened, and smiled meekly at the crowd, waving hesitantly. Magic Dave closed the door, I wanted a lovely assistant, right? the crowd agreed, Well, lets MAKE ONE! For my first trick I will turn Dean here into one of my stunning beauties! I didnt like the sound of that. I could hear voices from below the stage, What do you mean Angela didnt show up? they said, Shes supposed to be in the box! Whew, at least it wasnt real magic. Whatever, Gracie, Dave will figure it out when that guy is still in there. I cant fill her role, I dont know the routine! I felt the box roll away, spinning as magic Dave gave his speech on how there are no tricks. When it stopped spinning, I could still feel my insides churning, burning. My head wasnt spinning, but my stomach wanted to come up. I clutched my stomach and winced in pain, leaning forward. My head bopped into the front of the box, and my butt hit the backend. Almost as soon as that happened the box started to shrink and collapse on itself. The front and back walls were moving in, and I looked around in surprise. The walls werent moving, but when I looked up the ceiling was rising. Still, I felt the walls still moving. Turning my head around I could see my ass inflating, pushing me away from the back wall. Shit. Dave was still giving his speech, and I could feel my chest starting to inflate. I leaned against the back wall, looking up and seeing the ceiling look like its rising because of my shrinking hieigh, and grabbed my burning chest. This was the fastest I was ever transforming, and within seconds my hands were completely full of boob, and still filling. I started to thrash around the box, slamming into the sides. Dave made a joke about the sounds I was making, and the screaming, but I didnt catch it. My hips swayed, crashing into the sides while I clenched and squeezed my growing chest. I got pretty good at judging boob size and noticed I was a solid DD by the end. Grabbing and squeezing my tit felt so relieving though, that my other hand moved to my crotch to do the same. I held on tight for dear manhood, but my prick still managed to slip loose and hole up inside of me. I focused entirely on the feeling of it sucking up into my abdomen, and it was not unlike a guy crawling on top of me and slipping himself in. I even inserted my fingers to make sure it was really gone and was returned with both the sensation of brushing against my clit, and two soaking wet fingers. My scalp was next to burn, and I grabbed my hair and started to pull down, screaming. My voice changed an octave or two during the yell, mimicking that of a womans, and my hair grew as I yanked. It came clear passed my chest, platinum blond. My breath was heavy, but I started to regain myself as my transformation ended. I was still in all my old clothes when the door opened, and I fell out from leaning on it. The crowd cheered. Magic Dave leaned in and whispered, Angela, whats with the get-up? Give the man his clothes back and get in uniform. He turned to the audience, Well, maybe I embellished a little on the outfit, I seemed to have overlooked one minor detail. The crowd laughed, and I even picked out Jason who thought this was a riot. He had no idea that I really did change. Back in the box the door closed on my, and the clothes on my back started to re-weave themselves into the skimpy get-up of the ladies on stage. My shirt and pants melded together, and hugged my frame as it turned into the leotard the others wore. The hood of my jacket detached itself, forming a rather heavy pair of fuzzy bunny ears on my head. My pants I waved goodbye to as they thinned and exploded into nearly nothing, only net covering my legs. I didnt even notice the heels on my feet they were so short. I really was a curvy piece of ass. I could feel the shifts before, but now looking down at my figure I was getting turned on a little. Once again I emerged into the stage, fully prepped and ready. I started to doubt that the X was for extreme. The group watching roared, some guys shouted out proposals and a few others announced their love for me, even calling me Angela. It seems this duo has a bit of a following. Dave grabbed my hand and walked me over to a box on wheels. He opened the top of it and I could see another assistant hiding inside, Now that I have my beautiful assistant, lets get the REAL show going, shall we? he announced. He led me into the box, and the hiding assistant pushed her legs out the bottom so that it appeared I was lying down. I laid down so only my head was sticking out and the box was closed. It was very small, and I was shoved, scrunched up tightly on my half. My fellow assistant had a lot more than feet sticking out too, she had her entire waist down sticking out. Lets saw the bitch in half, eh?! Magic Dave yelled, revving up a chainsaw and cleaving the box in two. He then separated my half away from the other half, and the crowd went nuts. Well, ladies, what you are about to see would make you jealous. Ever wanted to munch on your own carpet? He moved my half of the box around so my head was facing my crotch and moved her leotard to the side showing me her wet pussy. This wasnt too bad, its been a long time since I was with a girl, so this was no punishment to me. Not being able to use my hands I started going to work with my tongue, pushing it in and licking the sides. I remembered that day Mr. Revens went down on my and did my best to imitate his skills. Her juices streamed down my face, and tasted sweet. She wasnt very different from cake, actually, and made me want more. I slurped up her juices, swallowing them and continued going to work. Her clit was firm compared to the rest, and the way she squirmed when I flicked it started making me horny. I slipped my own fingers into my crotch, having to fight through my contorted legs to get access. The more I got into myself, the more I got into her, which in turn made me get even more into myself. It was a vicious cycle that was only interrupted by her cumming and Dave pulling me away. I know you like to give yourself a little fun, but let me give you what you really want, he said, pulling his pants down and inserting it into her. I cried out in angst, wanting to get some myself, but the crowd mistook it for cries of pleasure. I continued drilling into myself, watching him drive himself in and out of her. She gave him no resistance, still sopping wet from my part in the act. The more I watched the more I had to finger myself, moaning and squirming more. I could see some of the guys in the audience pulling their pants down and jerking it to the show, a few of them already cumming. Dave looked into my eyes and instantly he knew that I really wanted him inside of me. Almost just to tease he continued to rail into this other slut, and I continued to get off on it. No matter how hard I went, though, I couldnt finish myself. I needed a dick, a big, hard, rod getting shoved into my cunt. The assistants legs went wild as she came again for what seems to be the second time, and went totally limp. My assistant, as you can see, is very easy to please! he said, conjoining the boxes together again, still with his pants down. Now, with some of the magic in this here wand, I will mend her back together! he yelled out som gibberish and tapped the box with his dick, opening the top and grabbing my hand to help me out. The assistant pulled her legs in and seemed to have gone to sleep, her hand on her tits. I was led to another table and laid down on my back. My massive chest heaving as I moved, held in place by my tight top. I had trouble breathing, on my back like that, but the way the crowd was getting off to me made it worthwhile. I dont know what turned me on more, the idea of his prick entering me, or the idea of half the audience touching theirs to our live porno. I was fastened to something, I couldnt make it out, but could see the thin strings. Magic Dave started to chant again and raise me in the air, which was actually kind of comfortable and kind of scary. He took out two large metal rings and ran them over my body, avoiding the strings with expert precision to give the illusion that I was levitating. He then moved me away from the table and lowered me to about his crotchs height, peeled my leotard away, and inserted his wood into me. I was swinging on the lines, back and forth, using the momentum to drive him deep into my cunt. I really didnt have to do any work, he did everything. His magic wand knew how to pour the blessing out, and my cunt wanted more of it. He slid so easily inside of me from the lubricant of his last fuck and this one. His dick was big, too. Probably one of the biggest I have had yet. It was more of a magic staff than a wand. He rocked me in the air, forcing himself deeper and deeper into me. His hands on my chest, playing with my nipples sent chills down my spine. What was truly exhilarating, though, was the crowd. I could hear guys cumming all around me. Even some girls were screaming in pleasure. I caught one couple grabbing each other, and a few others just straight up fucking each other. Hell, even Jason was going to town on himself. No one was paying any notice to each other, all eyes were on Dave. No, they were on me! I was the true star of this show, a dirty little slut that they wanted to bust a nut on. Once that was over Dave threw his cape over me and made my clothes vanish, doing the same to himself. He picked me up and laid me on my stomach right there on the floor and started pumping into me from behind. Being fully nude in front of all these people really set me over the edge. The new angle his dick was penetrating me at combined with so much attention caused my legs to buck out from under me as I came full-force. My screams were loud enough to be heard outside of the tent, and the sheer amount of white spurts I saw in the audience showed me that they felt my pleasure. Magic Dave couldnt even keep up himself and was soon pulling out of me and bursting his load all over my back. The warm, sticky mess only made me cum harder. The other assistants on the stage moved in and licked it up, cleaning me. Dave lead me backstage, nude, as another performer came on the stage to do a similar routine with the remaining girls. Once in the greene room Dave parted ways and went to his dressing room, leaving me to sit on the couch. I was changing on the way back, and was fully male again by the time I sat down. A few minutes later Dave came back out, Did you enjoy the consolation Dean? he asked, paying no mind to the fact that I was totally nude. He looked over in the corner where two of the hottest women I have ever seen lied naked and nearly comatose, well... looks like they enjoyed you. Seems like you have some magic of your own. What the hell was he talking about? As I thought that Jason ran into the room, brought here by one of the assistants, Dude! Pants! he yelled, pointing at my pants next to the couch. How the hell did they get there? I put them on without asking questions, and grabbed my shirt. Ah, the friend, Magic Dave said, Dean here was just finishing up his consolation prize for being removed from the show. All you can fuck buffet with two of my most prized girls. One of the girls, the brown-haired one, looked over, D- Deans a god. She said before falling back over. The blonde one tried to talk, but all she could make out was, hmph ma nah nah. Jasons was flabbergasted, dude, you are so lucky... no, the brown-haired one said, I was lucky. Guys shouldnt even know to do that... her voice droned off as she grabbed her co-worker and cuddled up, falling asleep. Yes, well, they are mine Dean, hahaha, no stealing them away, Magic Dave said, Well I must be off, I have a finale to perform! Enjoy the convention boys! Wait! I yelled out, I had one last question! For the sex god second only to my performance, anything! he said, almost super heroically. Do... do you believe in real magic? I asked, rather sheepishly. Magic Dave laughed, perhaps a little harder than he should have, Real? Magic? Nonsense. If there was such a thing as real magic my show would be worlds different. Imagine all the things Angela and I could do... Nevermind that. Crazy talk. I must really be going. Keep the dream alive boys! Jason wasnt paying attention, he couldnt peel his eyes away from the sex toys sleeping on the bed. you have got to teach me your ways, he said jealously. I almost dont want to tell him that I have no recollection of fucking them, and that it was the reality acts normally clause. Day one here was a bust. Two more days to find something useful. ======================================================================= Chapter Ten [CH010] ======================================================================= Jason wouldnt leave me alone about how I was some sort of sex god all of the next day. I didnt tell him what really happened since he gets sort of weird around me when he finds out, and I kind of liked the attention. It reinforced that I was male, and on some level comforted me about my situation. Still, I am curious about what I did that was so grand, I havent been with a girl for over a few months before the change, Ive only been the girl. It would be nice to have sex on my rightful side for once, and apparently Im good at it. Its not real surprise, I have been taking it from that side for a few months now so its only natural that I know all the good spots. The second day was uneventful. We systematically started at the entrance and made our way around the convention center going from tent to tent. We skipped those that weve already been to, and made sure to see every single show in the big tent, staying away from any show with an X in it. Jason went to those shows alone. By the end of the day we made it about a third through the convention, bought a few souvenirs, and went back to the hotel. We need to split up tomorrow, I suggested, back at the hotel. Is that such a good idea? he replied, if one thing goes wrong and you start to- I know, and Ive been doing things alone for the most part until now. I started to take my shoes and jacket off, changing into nightwear. It wasnt weird, weve been in the locker room of the gym before. But there is only one day left, and we covered only a third of it in one day not jumping around. Fine, he said, well take every other show, and I get the half with the porta-potties. Cant risk you walking by some guy wanking it in there. See Jason? I said, And this is why I keep you. He threw a shoe at me and started to change into his nightwear. I, however, made way to the bathroom and started to brush my teeth. Dean, make sure you keep your phone on you and if ANYTHING happens at all, give me a call. I agreed, rinsed, and continued the night routine until I was done and laid down for sleep. On the final day of the convention Jason and I split up. We each had a copy of the program and highlighted which shows we were going to attend. We also agreed not to stay for the whole show if it was obviously not realistic. Its hard to judge usually, but there have been a few amateurs that were booed off the stage the day before. I also reserved myself from buying anything, and was admittedly rude walking away from a few of the vendors that were giving me sales pitches and werent letting me leave politely. I grabbed lunch at about 1 oclock and continued on my search. A few hours later, when I was close to giving up and close to the end of the day, I saw a peculiar tent. It was a Native American wigwam to be specific. It sat in the center of the walking path, and seemed entirely out of place. Most people just walked around it and gave it funny looks, but none went inside. There was no sign, and a column of smoke rose from the top of it. I walked passed a few vendors, skipping them, to take a better look. The inside was very warm, especially compared to the frost-breathing weather of outside. A small fire burned in the center, illuminating the pale tent with a hint of orange. Four hand woven blankets were spread out on the ground around the fire, but the most amazing thing were the paintings on the walls. They seemed to be finger paintings, not too dissimilar to cave paintings, of animals and people. I couldnt make much about them, but they were definitely stories. No one was inside so I stepped in and took a look around waiting for someone to show up. The paintings seemed to follow a spiral from the bottom going up, following the smoke to the heavens. When I couldnt see any more I sat down and started to examine the colorful blankets on the ground. They were tightly woven and faded from age, but maintained beautifully. They didnt have any wear or tear on them as far as holes go, just the fading color. Voices outside snapped me out of my trance. There was a lot of yelling and a loud crashing sound just outside of the wigwam. I froze where I was, too scared to move. It sounded like I just missed getting crushed by a crashing plane. There was mumbling outside, a lot of talk, and the fear in the pit of my stomach started to spread. Normally I would misread this feeling as a regular emotion, but I got all too familiar with the start of my changes. I leapt over the fire to try and get out of the wigwam, but the entrance was blocked by crates, boxes, or something. I was unable to squeeze out. I tried to call Jason but had no reception. We were almost in the middle of no where, and I never needed my phone until now, DAMMIT! I ran to the other side and tried grabbing at the bottom of the hide walls, but it was fastened to the flooring. I had trouble grabbing at it from my growing nails scrapping at the sides. In a rush I tried to rip through the side, but my newfound nails couldnt catch. While on my hands and knees I started to crawl around the edge, looking for a spot to get out. My hair started to cascade down one side, over my shoulder. It darkened and thickened until it was a long, straight black. It was about the length of my back, and every once in a while my knees would catch it and slow my progress. I planted my hands on my face, starting to have an emotional breakdown. My face tingled and itched, and my facial hair receded away. My jawline shifted and moved to create a more angular face. I kept rubbing it, never really having spent too much attention on my face. My skin was smooth and silky, almost as smooth and silky as my hair. Accepting my fate I sat down and decided to watch. It was getting too hot with the changes and the fire, so I took my jacket off and cast it aside. My arms were losing their hair, and my hands were starting to get smaller. My skin color, however, started to darken. Every change in every previous transformation I felt with a near orgasmic presence. When my hips grow, or my boobs budding, and even the fibers of my hair receding away, or growing out as the case it on the top of my head, I felt all of it. My skin changing color proved no different. My entire body flared up in heat. I kicked my shoes off and tore my socks away. My pants were already hiking up my legs and meshing together. I couldnt stop squirming on the ground as my skin changed. It was the greatest pleasure I have ever came across. My giant tits as the librarian were close, but this pleasure was everywhere. I panted, moaning to myself. Just the sound of my voice rising turned me on. As my skin tanned I felt the intense pleasure around my body start to shift and focus on specific areas. I felt my rock-hard dick start to come into myself. My undergarments were soaking wet within moments of my new vagina coming into being and demanding penetration. My swelling hips and thighs rubbed my clitoris in ways I never experienced before. I laid down on my stomach, hips in the air and hand in my crotch to try and relieve some of the sexual pressure building up. Soon, though, I started to rise from the ground. Finally, my tits grew into being. My new chest swelled and swelled, growing and stretching. It felt so good that I started rubbing more and more rigorously at myself and came. My cumming was heightened by my still expanding chest. I could barely stand the pressure, they are getting to be almost my biggest yet. I laid their on top of my massive G-Cups breathing heavily. Unable to take it any longer I tore the rest of my clothes off, the heat from my transformation and the fire proving to be way too much. I laid on my stomach again, feeling the cool ground against my bare skin. I could smell my vagina, unsatisfied from my fingers. I almost got lost daydreaming in my horniness when a voice made my heart leap out of my skin. holy shit, I heard someone say inside the wigwam. I jerked my head over and saw a man squeezing through the entrance, between crates. I thought I heard a horny little slut in here, but never expected that she would be welcoming me into that sexy, tight body. I was too stunned to move or do anything. I thought I was safe in here, hoped I was safe in here. I tried to say something, but I was too out of breath to produce the words. Shh shh shhhh, the worker said, dropping his pants walking over, My pretty little flower needs not fear white man, his grin was too wide for this to be a fluke. This is his fantasy. It was so sudden. I never looked away, but his dick slid right into my pussy without any resistance, Youre a wet one, arent you? he said with such a high note of glee in his voice. I wanted to resist, but I was powerless laying on the ground like I was in the extreme horny state that I was in. His pumping into my pussy and hips clapping against my giant ass stimulated me far more efficiently than my fingers ever could. He placed both hands on either side of my shoulders and pounded into me as hard and fast as he could. I found myself trying to crawl away, but only from the amount of pleasure being too great to handle. The rough fucking and shaking of my ass was pushing me over the edge. His hands migrated to my back and he started to rub it, gently feeling my curves. I knew he was enjoying my body based on how his dick throbbed every time he stroked across my ass. He constantly felt the curves of my waist and hips, stroking it and pulsating. I started to kick and clutch the blanket underneath me as I came full force. He was almost thrown off of me from how hard I was cumming, and the only thing I desired now was his load going down my throat. I rolled over, putting him on his back, and turned around so our faces were within inches of each other. I could feel his breath on mine, my long black hair over one shoulder and tickling his chest. My bronzed skin in the corner of my eye made me feel like I was in an alien body, but I felt so natural in here that I was unsure how I lived any other way. Sliding down I brought his dick to my lips and skillfully went down on him without use of my hands. He tasted like my vagina, but it was a sweet flavor that reminded me of when I was a man. As a man... I had almost forgotten my true gender! I bolted upright, snapped from the charm and stared at the man on his back in horror. Whats wrong my little savage? he said, thinking that term was endearing. A moment or two passed when someone else entered. I turned my head to see a large, elderly man standing at the entrance of the wigwam with a pipe in his mouth. His skin was dark, like mine, but the youth had been pulled away from him leaving a wrinkled leather. His eyes drooped in a manner that made them appear shut, but I could feel his gaze sizing up my body. He was a headdress and bright, colorful hand-woven clothes that matched the blankets on the ground. Uh... um... Crap! the man I was blowing yelled, picking his pants up and running out of the wigwam without them on. The newcomer took a few steps forward, picked up my leather dress, and walked over to me, you should put this back on, he said warmly, sitting next to me, and take your seat opposite the fire. I hesitated, standing up, but not putting the clothes back on. I was only going to strip for the horny old goat anyway, You can remain naked if you want, Big Chief certainly doesnt mind, but you would be best off dressed, blessed man. My jaw dropped, b-blessed? I stammered, dressing myself. You have no idea how wrong you are! I snapped, taking my seat opposite him. Of course, he said, taking another puff, You arent aware of your gift yet. Gift?! I interrupted, my shrill voice rising, what gift could that be?! The chief sighed, and looked down at the fire, Oh how I have missed that. I contorted with rage, what was he blabbering about? You have given me something I havent had in a long time. And what would that be? I blurted out. Youre the one in Big Chiefs wifes body, you tell me. He said, unphased by my outbursts. Im... how? What? I started, more confused than ever. You hold two spirits, yours and anothers. The forms you take are borrowed from the world around you. Its why we all feel connected. He explained. Hope finally welled up inside of me. Today is the day! Today I get cured! So, you can help me? Yes, he started, I can lead you to water, but it is up to you to drink. Yes! Anything! I exclaimed. He sighed, you say this, but the path is a hard one, Two-Spirits. I didnt care, I needed this cleansed from me, how much harder could it be than what Ive already done?! Just cure me, please Big Chief, I begged. He sighed again, I never said cure, I said help. White mans magic is vindictive. Unnatural. My people use magic only to see, and ask for aid should our ancestors allow it. Never control ourselves. I am afraid only white man can remove it. Do not seek aid from your enemies, you must embrace this! Unbelievable. I finally make a breakthrough in this cockamamie convention, and for what? Embrace it? Why the hell would I do that? What could possibly be good from this? Big Chiefs voice grew stern as his patience was being tried, Are you so blind? Have you not gained skills you have not before? You cannot harbor the spirits around you and gain nothing. Think, have you not once escaped your sex driven fate to discover a new life? Kate. When I was Kate I cared for horses, rode them, had a farm house, but what the hell does that do? A voice behind me made me jump, Grandpa? the voice said. It was a Native American boy in his mid-twenties wearing a suit and tie, Oh... more people dressed up. Great, he said, eyes lingering on me. He disapproved of the getup, but he wanted to stick it in me, thats for sure. Who could blame him? I was a knockout, and his age at that Im guessing. Little Chief, thats no way to talk to your grandmother! the chief barked. The boy, or rather man, it the suit sighed, Grandmother died before I was born, and my name is George. He turned to me, Im so sorry if my grandfather bothered you. Hes slipping and we did this tour as a last hurrah to humor him. Tour?! You mean those people setting up tents outside? We were here first! Have been for generations! the Big Chief bellowed. Maybe he was just crazy. I really dont know what to think at this point. George sighed, we need to leave grandpa, our permit for the convention expires today. We cant follow the tour anymore, Can you... just take a picture? he asked, eyes growing wide, This young lady has asked for a picture together, isnt that right? I was stunned. I wasnt expecting to be brought into this, um, yeah. I stated, standing up. My huge chest made me almost fall back down, but I managed to walk over to Big Chief and put an arm around him. Use her phone, the chief said, pulling out his own phone. George glared at him, My camera has a much higher quality. Uhg, fine. He took the camera and snapped our picture, and handed the phone to me. George walked out, Just, put out that fire and start packing. The big chief turned to me, Text that photo to yourself. Itll give you my number. He pulled my head in and kissed me on the forehead, Thank you for giving me a picture of my wife to look at whenever I feel lonely. I started to tear up. I was getting rather emotional at the whole scene, but what really killed me was that the picture would be of me and him, not his wife and him. Kates experiment with the bank accounts proved that, Big Chief, Im afraid when I change back... this picture wont be the same. I doubt that child, he said, The world around us does not prevent benevolence, only selfishness. Now go. I left the wigwam still in my voluptuous body. I knew what I had to do. I tracked down that worker and screwed his brains out. It helped me take the edge off realizing I was stuck with this curse. Good story? Or room for improvement? Please review! Read Reviews Add Review Report Inappropriate Story The above work is the copyrighted material of the respective author. 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