Possession Spell

I felt how he slowly entered my wet pussy. I could feel his thing touching my vaginal lips, slowly going in. My cervix expanded allowing him to go further in. My pussy was throbing. My clit got erect in arousal. All I could say was “Oh…. my…. god…” My eyes had gone blank, I felt full of pleasure. I might have casted the wrong spell, possessing Amy’s body instead of her boyfriend’s. But I still had 1 hour before going back to my real body, in the mean time, I was enjoying every bit of my mistake. Next time I cast the spell I will make sure I possess her for more than an hour.

The limo

“Sir, this is a private limo” the driver said. But I had just closed a big business deal, and I wanted to party, and I wanted to start with a limo ride. I took a thousand dollars out of my pocket and told the driver “something tells me that is not important anymore”. “But sir, you don’t understand” the driver insisted, I got an extra five thousand out of my pocket, “here, just drive me around town”. “Fine” he said, “just tell me when you want to get out”. I didn’t give much thought at the white lingerie lying on one of the seats. Read more

Alone time

Anton moaned as he fingered and rubbed at the folds within his pussy. “Oh yes, oh yes,” he said in his new feminine voice. His girlfriend Alisha just then decided to call from the office. Anton put it on speakerphone mode and tossed the phone away. Read more

Hallway Encounter

My wife Doris is nothing if not devious. I should have known if she ever used her sorcery on me, there would be a twist. Read more

The Forest’s Curse

Simon had heard all sorts of things about the forest nearby to him, but for the most part he ignored it. After all, he was in his mid-twenties now- who would believe in stories of mysterious creatures or ancient curses? Those were the types of things you’d tell children to keep them away from a forest they could get lost in. Read more

Never going back

I made the mistake of pissing off a witch, I mean she had it coming, all I was doing was offering to buy her a drink and she blew me off much harsher than I deserved. Ok so maybe calling her a frigid bitch was a bit much, but I still don’t think I deserved this. Read more

New mindset

The other players were watching me as I masturbated in my new body. I kept shouting in French.
“- Oh oui, oh oui…”
Stupid card game. It’s been an hour that we’re playing and my hopes of getting back to my original form are decreasing with time.
Of course I can’t really complain. I mean, I became a very sexy woman. I hate this accent that I have now but it’s no big deal compared to some others. Read more

A deception I can live with

When my girlfriend Kayla suggested bringing another girl into bed I had images of threesomes in my mind, of plowing my dick into some hot blonde while she licked Kayla’s pussy, of glancing down at both of them as they sucked my dick and shared cum glazed kisses. Basically everything in my head consisted of me going to town on two beautiful blondes. Read more

Softly

Simon had always been a soft-spoken lad: maybe he was just born that way. But maybe this was one time that he should’ve spoken louder and clearer. Read more

“Almost as Big” Part 6

Tori ran downstairs, her larger tits flopping everywhere as she did so, and found her mother sitting watching TV.
“Look Mom!” she shouted. “Now who’s the big girl of the house!”
Her mother got up and turned, giving her daughter a full view of her own tits (she had liked to walk around the house topless since drinking the elixir). “Wow! Your boobies are even bigger than Mommy’s!” she said before bubbily running over and giving her daughter a big hug, their breasts squashing together as she did so.
Tori was taken aback. “Mom, what did you just call yourself? And, what did you just call my tits?”
“He-he, stop being silly! Like, you know what boobies are!” she gave hers a squeeze, and went to sit back down.
Tori grabbed at the staircase railing to stop herself from falling over. Her mother had become a total bimbo! How in the world-
“The elixir…” Tori whispered before running back upstairs. She dug the bottle out from under her bed and read the label more closely.
“Not for use by women. If a woman drinks may cause…” she read the short list of side-effects, until finally:
“Bimbofication,” she whispered. It wouldn’t be long before she was just a ditzy as her mother…