Halloween was kind of a lame holiday. Me and my friend Rick thought costumes were dumb and pulling pranks was cruel. Rick did have a penchant for wanting to do “something scary” every now and then, and he used Halloween as an excuse to drag me along on some stupid adventure.
When you split up with a powerful witch, things can get messy. At least, that’s my experience with my ex. One month ago she discovered my messages with another woman, and the promises I’d made to “dump my bitch”. Yeah, bad call on my part.
Adam barely required any convincing this time to help me finish this. Just a few moments of me slowly grinding my ass over his dick, which was fast returning to form for the fourth time that night. Without any warning, he grabbed my hips and thrust into me.
As I felt the afterglow of my orgasm fade, I started to come back to my senses. If I wanted the spell to work, I had to keep up the momentum. Plus, this body wasn’t giving any arguments against a little more play.
I looked back and forth at the two mounds I had been cursed to carry around on my chest, my hand fondling the one. I knew I’d probably be able to live with them, but I don’t know if my girlfriend will be so accepting…
Dominik und Andre (beide 16) waren schon länger Opfer des Werewoman-Fluch. Immer bei Vollmond wurden die beiden zu Denise und Chantalle, zwei 30 jährigen Partyludern. Sie hatten immer viel Spaß in diesen Nächten und auch ihre Persönlichkeiten veränderten sich immer mehr. Sie hatten immer stärker das Bedürfnis, für immer Denise und Chantalle zu sein. Es gab sogar einen Weg. Sex mit einer Jungfrau. Diese Nacht sollte es soweit sein. Sie saßen im Taxi und waren auf dem Weg zu Torsten und Daniel. Zwei Klassenkameraden von ihnen, die bestimmt noch nie eine Frau nackt gesehen hatten……
Liam walked into the apartment he shared with his roommates Terry and Chris and froze. It was quiet. Too quiet….He had a very strange feeling about this. As he walked inwards he heard giggling coming from the bathroom. Feminine giggling. He frowned in thought. Did Chris or Terry have a date tonight? It sounded like there was more than one girl in there……
“Don’t mess with my stuff when I leave for the weekend” Abby had told Ryan. Ryan smiled innocently at her. “I mean it, Ryan. Unless you want to spend the weekend as Brianne, you better stay out of my room. Remember summer camp?”
I hate this curse. I know, I shouldn’t have made fun of a witch. But anyways, that’s not important anymore. The curse implies that most of the time I am me, the usual male me. But when a man, any man who is less than 30 feet away from me, wants to have sex, I transform into a horny hot bimbo.
I looked at the naked redhead sleeping on my bed. I just couldn’t believe a few minutes ago that was me. For 10 years I was in that body. During that time, I didn’t age, and all I could think of was sex. The curse was simple, for 10 years I were to be a bimbo, after that date, I would swap bodies with the next man I sleep with. I had forgotten all about it, I was actually a little bummed, I did have a great time as her. But at least I ended up in the body of a really successfull business man.