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.
Wendy watched as Rianne finished masturbating as she watched her own film debut and tried to process her new situation… Wendy couldn’t wait to watch that little slutty tramp try and deal with the changes Wendy had come up with. This was going to be great!