Heute ist Joseph Geburtstag und zu seiner Überraschung hat ihn wer ein packet geschickt. Er packte es aus in der in der Hoffnung heraus zu finden wer es ihn geschickt hat. Aber es war nur einer orientalisch aussehende Öllampe drin. „Anscheinend kennt jemand meine Faszination für Flaschengeister.“ Dachte er und reib zum Spaß über die Lampe.
“I… I’ve got to stop touching it… but… MMmmmhhm… it feels too good,” you moan. With each pump and squeeze of your flushed cock you know you’re giving in, growing more and more feminine. But you can’t stop; a growing part of you doesn’t want to.
Nothing reminds of you of your new sex in life better than staring at your dick-less flat crotch covered by a feminine sanitary pad. It hugs your new feminine plumbing like a bandage reminding you every second that you no longer possess your manhood and that you’re forever a member of the opposite sex. Every step you take, you can feel it gently between your feminine thighs reminding you of your new status.
The swelling start imperceptibly behind Sam’s nipples as Ariel stroked her cursed boyfriend’s chest, filling his chest with a strange heat as they puckered outward.
John desperately searched the old text for a counter-spell, something that would reverse what he had done to his body. He didn’t bother to wear clothes as he read through the old book. He would have grown or shrunk out of them. Or simply stripped them off as he was approached by his next hungry sex partner. It was pointless, and all the fault of that damn love spell he had cast on himself.
Dave now knew he had made a terrible mistake. A mistake that was likely to kill him. Dave had been growing resentful of Tim, his roommate and one time friend and his success with women, when he found the ancient manuscript. Though only half understanding the poorly translated text, Dave was able to determine it was a book of ancient curses. Then one evening while Dave sat studying the manuscript, Tim walked through and announced he had another date that night. In a fit of jealous pique, Dave cast a random curse from the manuscript at Tim. To Dave’s delight, the curse took and Tim was changed into a woman. She was blonde and curvy, busty and insatiable and Dave took her there on the floor. In fact, he took her repeatedly. Like a junkie needs his heroin, Dave needed Tim’s pussy. He couldn’t stop if he wanted too. Which he didn’t. For days they fucked. Never stopping. Not for food or rest. But where Tim seemed to thrive on the constant influx of Dave’s semen, Dave began to wither away. He lost nearly 60 pounds, yet he fucked on. He became pale and anemic as blood was shunted from the rest of his body to feed his engorged cock. Now he was developing chest pains. To late, Dave realized the true nature of the curse and that was to get exactly what you think you want.
“Does this top make my belly look big?” my girlfriend asked me as I woke up one morning. I groaned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and without thinking said: “Well, sweetie, you have been gaining some weight lately and-” I didn’t even finish my sentence before she was freaking out at me.
“Some weight? What, do you think there’s somthing wrong with a girl who has a bit of a tummy?! It’s just a little belly! It’s not like I have some big pot belly! Maybe YOU should see how it feels to be called the ‘fat chick’!” Her hands started to glow as I stood up, saying, “Nobody calls you the ‘fat chick’. Heck, this is the first time I’ve heard anybody say that about you! Now just calm down-” Once again I was cut off, but this time it was by the light that left her hands and passed over my body. “What did you do?” I moaned, feeling changes course over my body. I stepped awkwardly towards her, my body beginning to wobble in places it never had before. I looked down and saw two breasts forming on my chest, slowly rising from buds up through several cup sizes. Once they had reached about C-cups I noticed just below them my belly was pudging out. It went from chubby, to thick, to a full-on pot belly before my very eyes. Beyond even that I saw my thighs shaking more and more with every hard step, and I could feel my new ass following suit. I reached down past my belly to where my dick should be, but felt only the folds of my new vagina.
The transformation stopped as I reached my girlfriend, standing cockily over me, as I had lost almost a foot of height. “How do you like it, fatty?”
“I didn’t even call you fat!” I shouted at her. “I just said you had gained a little weight!”
“Okay fine, but now we both have, isn’t that great?!” she squealed, wrapping her arms tightly around me in a big bear hug. I could feel my new bare breasts and belly squish into her body, a sensation that felt alien, yet somehow erotic.
“How’s about I just…” she pulled my pants down and let them drop to my ankles. “There, that’s better. And now…” she dropped her own pants, and her panties followed suit. She pulled her top off, and threw it to the side before removing her bra. Her C-cup breasts spilled out, hanging heavily just over her slightly chubby belly. It was honestly hardly noticeable, but somehow that justified my new tummy. She led me back to the bed, and I trudged after her, feeling my new body jiggle in ways I never would have wanted it to. She laid me down, and started to rub my belly with one hand, while massaging one of my DD-cup tits with the other. “I had intended to curse and leave you,” she said lustily. “But now that I see you like this, I want every inch of your thick body to myself…”
My girlfriend and I came upon a genie about a year ago. He’d appeared out of nowhere and told us “I have decided to bless you mortals with my talents. You may each share 1 wish.” 1 wish each right, so 2 total? That’s what we thought. My girlfriend was the first to decide. “I wish each time I turn a guy on, I become more like his ideal partner.” No protests from me. After all, I’m gonna be the one getting turned on more often than not. The genie said “Granted!” in a booming voice, and disappeared. What gives? What about my wish.
I could not believe that John forced me to run around almost naked with huge tits.
Inside I was very angry, but always when he was near me my Jeannie self took control and whom I was in control I could not even leave my anger out on his things because otherwise my Jeannie self also took control. So I tried to use his wishes against him but so far I have not succeeded.
Ich konnte es nicht glauben, dass John mich dazu zwang fast nackt mit riesigen Titten rumzulaufen.
Innerlich war ich sehr wütend, aber immer wen er in meiner Nähe war über nahm mein Jeannie ich und wen ich in Kontrolle war konnte ich meine Wut nicht mal an seinen Sachen auslassen, weil sonst mein Jeannie ich ebenfalls die Kontrolle übernahm. Deshalb versuchte ich seine Wünsche gegen ihn zu richten aber bis jetzt ist mir das leider nicht gelungen.