You were intimidated by her beauty the first night you saw the gorgeous woman at the club, but after the third night in a row you built up the courage to talk to her.
“It’s like you get hotter every night!” You shout over the music, motioning for the bartender to come serve you drinks.
“That’s so creepy!! Are you stalking me??” She exclaims, pushing you away from her and grabbing her purse.
“I’m just trying to give you a compliment, you dumb bitch…” You mumble to yourself as you walk away, hands in your pocket with your eyes to the ground.
“WHAT???” Her voice booms angrily, the girl so loud you can no longer hear the club music. “I was gonna let you off the hook, but now I’m teaching you a lesson!”
You turn around to apologize, but see bright red eyes approaching fast. You try to run but get shoved from behind, and fall to the floor in a pile of embarrassment.
“Now get up, bitch!” The witch laughs, emphasizing the last word as she walks away.
You breathe a sigh of relief, happy to not have been stepped on by her high heels. Picking yourself up is a weird experience, your body feels lighter but your arms are much weaker. You immediately brush your shirt off, gasping when your chest jiggles and your shirt leads down to your thighs. Only then do you realize your long hair, tied in a ponytail that goes down to your butt.
“Am I wearing a dress?!” You say to yourself, trying to clear your throat when your voice comes out totally feminized.
In that moment you get a text, explaining that you’d just been cursed into femininity. Everyday you will become more feminine till you consume male cum, and only then will your body and mind become your permanent self. You try texting back, but instantly get another text responding to your question.
The witch explains that this is a merciful punishment for calling her a bitch, and that even penetration wouldn’t stop the transformation. Only cum, drank or inserted.
You get home and collapse into your bed, desperate to come to terms with your new reality. You’re gonna have to drink some cum, or worse, have a guy fuck you. You shiver in disgust, grossed out by the idea of a boner going anywhere near you.
It’s a whole different experience undressing for bed in this body, your arousal building up as your arms and hands casually brush against your sensitive nipples and folds. You pose in the mirror, momentarily forgetting your inner masculinity as you squeeze your pert breasts. The idea of being pretty excites you, and you’re able to quickly find a cute outfit from your sister’s old closet.
You giggle involuntarily as you slip the crop top over your head, feeling your new pussy get wet as you shimmy into the tight skirt. The jealousy for a sizable bust scares you a little, but you can’t ignore the desire to really fill out the loose top. You confidently turn around before heading for bed, pleased with the size of your hips and ass.
Day 2
You wake up feeling even lighter than yesterday, your small breasts now a bit bouncier and heavier on your chest. Your hips feel much smaller, and you slip right out of your skirt when you get out of bed. You try putting the skirt back on, but decide to just go to the kitchen nude when it falls to your feet.
Your hunger doubles as you open an empty fridge, and you realIze you’re gonna have to go out and buy food. You look down to your exposed nipples, your smaller shoulders now let the straps of your shirt fall well below your chest. You curse yourself for being so petite, but rush to your sister’s room to find something you can go to the store in.
The only thing she left that still fits is a bikini from her early twenties, and a pair of jean shorts that look small enough to fit a Barbie doll. The surprising lack of effort to get into the shorts makes you disappointed in your smaller butt, but you do feel a bit of pride from the way your chest looks in the bikini top.
You brush your teeth and do your morning routine, trying to ignore the crotch of your jeans digging into your folds as you regret your earlier decision to not wear the bikini bottoms. You get so distracted by the erotic feelings from the coarse material, you don’t pay attention as your body puts on makeup and styles your hair into pigtails. By the time you do notice, you’re too hungry to do anything about it anyway. You need food asap, so do one last rotation in the mirror before leaving.
The store isn’t so bad, you just wish you didn’t feel so self conscious in the small bikini and shorts. Even with a flat ass, you could feel every guy’s stares when you bend over. You hope tomorrow’s change isn’t too drastic, the thought of sex with a man still unfathomable.
Day 5
The past couple of days were pretty unsubstantial; your face becoming a bit prettier, maybe your hips filling out a bit. This morning is different though, you wake up feeling an intense need for attention. Your movements are much more confident and sultry as you prepare for your day, your mind occupied with an excuse to go out for the first time since that grocery trip.
“Why am I trying to go out in public all of a sudden??” Your eyes open wide, that’s the first time you heard your voice since the first time.
You hadn’t spoken at all as you were in denial of your girly voice, but now it sounds more lusty and inviting than any you ever heard! You fight your body’s desire to go out, managing to stop it from putting on more than a bra and panties.
“Do I not have any clothes??” Your body asks aloud, only stopping to think cuz your hand holds your mouth shut.
But the other hand rips it away, and your ditzy voice goes on a tangent about fashion and makeup. Your mind goes into panic mode as your womanhood gets wet, and your body starts winning the fight.
“I’m just gonna like, go to the mall for some new outfits, cuz this is all that fits right now!!” Your body decides, grabbing your car keys and doing your hair in the mirror before hopping out the door.
Day 9
It took a few days of your body forcing you to clothes shop at the mall, but after spending tens of thousands of dollars across your credit cards you figured out it’s all just for attention. Creating an instagram instantly quenches that thirst, and each day you get prettier you get more followers.
Soon you’re doing joint videos with other influencers, sharing makeup tips and plastic surgery stories for your fans. The girls don’t believe in your lesbianism, joking that you’re just pretending to be repulsed by men.
“We could tell when we’re being checked out, and you like, never even stare!” Jessica teases you, making the other girls laugh as you pout your collagen filled lips.
“I’m a total boob girl!” You try convincing yourself, expecting sexual arousal and feeling nothing but sensitive nipples when you squeeze your perfect tits.
Day 12
Yesterday you woke up thinking about cock with a smile on your face, but quickly shook it off and ignored the bubbling thoughts for the rest of the day. That doesn’t work today, thoughts of being penetrated and sucking on erections echo in your head even as you physically shake it from side to side. You get dressed in a mental haze, unable to think about anything but getting pounded by a big strong man. You even dress up extra slutily, your mind totally preoccupied as your body goes all out.
Before you could even make it to your bedroom door you’re undressed, three fingers deep into your yearning folds. You get your phone out, your finger already dialing a boy's number before you stop yourself.
If a dumb, sexy guy gets cum inside you, you’ll stop getting sexier and more popular! You won’t get as many followers on instagram or TikTok, and then… It’s too much to even think about, no way you can risk having a guy cum over!!
You quickly roll some clothes up and put them on your bed, panting as you climb on top of them. You hump the rough pile of clothes, getting it between your folds and holding on as you thrust. Your swinging boobs bounce together as you think about riding a hot stud, and your sweaty body convulses as you bring yourself past the brink of orgasm.
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Day 16
Masturbating several times a day isn’t cutting it anymore, and you finally sum up the courage to invite a boy over. You make sure to buy a whole box of condoms, and text the only single guy you know. Your hot friend, Anthony comes over, his chiseled torso and tight shirt almost make your knees buckle on the spot.
He knows what he’s here for, and briskly picks you up before undressing you. You beg for him to put a condom on as he takes his pants off, but he says he's a master at pulling out.
“Master? O that sounds hot…” You giggle, too horny to think critically for even a millisecond.
You get tossed onto your bed, your head at the edge of the mattress as you lay on your back. Anthony then appears in front of you naked, his upside down erection touching your lips and trying to slip in between them. You relax your entire mouth and jaw, letting his delicious cock rest on your tongue as his musky scent fills your nostrils. He thrusts into your face as you suck on his shaft, and you patiently wait to gulp his cum down.
No wait…
You quickly spit the throbbing cock out of your mouth, squealing as cum shoots into your face. You grab at Anthony’s cock, giggling as you beg him not to get cum in your mouth. He takes this as a joke, and tries to get as much cum in your mouth as he can even as you hold him back.
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You feel radiating pleasure everywhere on your face the cum lands, and feel your lips quickly plumping up when you wipe some cum off them with your perfectly manicured finger. You sigh mockingly as you brush some more cum off your boobs, trying to ignore your growing bust as Anthony bends you over.
You try to explain to him that you’re not in the mood, but all the cum on your forehead just makes you laugh and giggle as Anthony slips his cock inside you. Your folds puff up in anticipation of his load, squeezing Anthony’s cock tightly and making you squeal as he thrusts in and out. You feel a large vein on his shaft bulge into your pussy, and brace for warmth as Anthony pulls your hips in. Then he suddenly pulls out, exploding all over your back and making your ass inflate as he glazes it in cum.
“Told you I’m the master!” He jokes before lying down and falling asleep, leaving you in a mess of euphoria and jizz that keep you energized through the night. It’s the first time you’re awake to witness your overnight transformation, and you’re ready for a big one. Your boobs continue to grow as the sun rises, taking fat from your stomach and giving you a tight six pack.
Day 17
Anthony wakes up to you posing in your skimpiest bikini, your mind still in a ditzy fog from all the sex the night before.
“I’ve like, been waiting all night for some more fun!” You giggle, gyrating your hips and staring into Anthony’s eyes.
“I thought you were blonde…” Anthony trails off, weirded out at your drastic transformation.
“Like, me too!!” You giggle, only now realizing your hair is completely black instead of it’s original blonde.
Anthony runs out of the house, scared to death of what dark magic could possibly have done that to you. You just laugh it off, calling up another guy and telling him to come over.
You make sure to persist he wears a condom this time, and even let him bring friends over if they wear condoms too.
“You could like, totes cum wherever you want, just not inside me!!” You always joke.
Day 30
It’s hard to keep cum out of your body when you’re having so much sex, but the will to be prettier keeps you clean. Every day that you wake up with bigger boobs, or a prettier face makes you feel fulfilled.
You now have a stable of guys ready and willing to fuck you with a condom, none of that pulling out nonsense. You even let guys empty the condom on you sometimes, which makes your transformations so much more fun and drastic! Usually you tell them to put it on your boobs, but it’s more fun to close your eyes and let them surprise you.
Day 39
Night and day start to blend together in a long session of transformative sex, your waking hours filled with… being filled. Even through your bimbo fog you never let a raw dick inside you, but once the condom goes on you let anything go.
You invite Ricardo over through Tinder, surprising him with a lap dance as soon as he walks in the door. It doesn’t take long for him to have his ten inches inside you, his hands gripping your boobs and expertly playing with them as you moan lustfully. You grind your hips into his cock as he thrusts into you, his shaft and head bulging into your folds ready to explode into his condom.
Then you feel a tear as your hips grind into Ricardo’s lap, and you blush as the familiar feeling of flesh inside you makes you snap out of your ecstatic bliss.
“Like, please pull out, I totally can’t have you cum in me!!” You beg, your arms lifting over your head as Ricardo silently thrusts into you and sheds the rest of his condom.
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There’s nothing you can do, your body paralizyed by euphoria as Ricardo’s precum lines your folds. You feel your body’s inflating instantly stop, the second step of the curse coming into affect.
You coo and try to protest as Ricardo pumps you full of cum, your objections just coming out as orgasmic moans as Ricardo’s cum fills your womanhood. Your mind shatters in a freeing explosion of precaution, your body no longer trying to stop cum from getting inside it.
“Like, that was everything you had??” You ask Ricardo, trying to milk every drop of cum out of him as he pulls out.
“That was a monster load!! Are you serious?” He exclaims, shocked to see your horny eyes focus on his crotch.
“Mmmm… Like, fill my mouth with your cock, Ricardo!” You beg, giggling as his member springs to life.
Day 59
You still haven’t heard from the witch, but that doesn’t really concern you anymore. Now that you don’t require anyone to wear condoms, things have gotten a lot more busy. You don’t even have time to give everyone private time, and have been needing to schedule three ways with everyone. Not that you’re complaining, the only thing better than swallowing cum is getting pumped full of it from behind at the same time.
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Jessica still teases you about your “lesbian phase”, telling every guy you fuck that you used to be lesbian. That doesn’t matter to you though, in fact, nothing matters to you besides cock and cum.