I can’t believe it. Female plumbing is near impossible to work out. Once again I wet myself in public. Since I lost my manhood due to annoying a witch I have struggled to adjust. Sitting down to pee is hard enough yet alone knowing when I actually need to go. I want to be a man again but the witch won’t have any of it. I guess I just have to learn.
I had spent seven years trying to forget all about what I had gone through in high school. Then it all came rushing back when I rounded a corner and walked into a solid wall of muscle. I recognized the hulking mass immediately as Colt Stevens, the quarterback of my old school. He looked angry for a moment, then amused. “Oh hey, Princess,” he chuckled.
“I…you…my name is Richard,” I stammered.
But Colt just laughed. “What a pussy,” he said, pushing me out of his way to continue walking.
And all the memories came flooding back: being shoved inside of lockers, whipped with wet towels, hoisted into the air and nailed to a door frame by my underwear. All of it done by Colt Stevens. Immediately, I vowed revenge.
I started following Colt surreptitiously and gathering information so that I would have ammo to develop the perfect plan. The man’s most significant pastime seemed to be seducing and sleeping with women, so that would be the focus of my retribution. But I still didn’t have a clear idea until I went to the Ren-Fair and met a woman claiming to be a real witch. After a few demonstrations of her powers, I believed and bought a $1,000 spell for transforming people into any form you desired.
That’s how I got here. I transformed myself into a sexy woman – dainty and red haired, with cute, perky tits – just the type Colt always went after, hung out at his favorite bar, and waited for him to ask me out. It didn’t take long. I made sure to take several provocative pictures all through our date so that when it was over and I transformed back to reveal my true identity, I would have proof that Colt Stevens went on a date with a man – proof I would post on the internet.
The only trouble is, sex wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to change back before we got this far, but this body was just so hyped up in from all of the attention and physical contact that when we started kissing, I may have gotten carried away. I didn’t even realize how wet I was until Colt pulled my underwear aside and slid his massive cock inside me. I can finally understand why he’s so full of himself, especially with the way he’s filling me up. They should call him Stallion. God it feels good.
But I can’t get carried away. Sure, this body enjoys sex, and sure, I may have been a little curious, but this is still all about revenge. How much more devastating will it be when Colt finds out he had sex with a man too? He would never believe that the gawky, puny little weakling he used to pick on would ever make such a graceful, sexy, and vivacious woman. Of course, I never would have believed that those brutal muscles could be both firm and gentle at the same time while guiding me with each sweet thrust. And those muscles of his look even bigger than they were in high school, not that I was paying that much attention. I think I’ll even put a little spice into my performance. This is even more fun with a few sexy moans. Colt really seems to be enjoying it too. I can’t believe the way he’s looking at me.
Wait, what’s happening here? Why am I thinking about Colt this way? It’s not like I’m attracted to him. What the hell sort of revenge scheme was this anyway? How was having sex with Colt supposed to get back at him? Doesn’t it just make me look like the pussy he always said I was? But on the other hand, HAVING a pussy is pretty nice. Let me rephrase that: having a pussy is AMAZING! My GAWD! Who knew it was possible for Colt Stevens to make me feel this good? So good. So fucking good… Maybe I don’t have to tell him who I am after all. I like the sound of the name Rachel, and with just a few more thrust…I think I might…yes, YES, FUCK YES! I’M CUMMMMING!!!
I found this watch on the kitchen floor in the restaurant that I worked at. It wasn’t anything special: just a plastic band with a digital face. It almost looked like one of those cheap watches you might win out of a claw game.
I’m on my knees, can’t see, there’s something over my head that keeps me from seeing anything. I try to struggle, try to break out, but the only thing I manage is to grunt fruitlessly against the gag. I just don’t know what else to do, they’ve been changing me, they…
“You are a cock sucking slut, you are a cock sucking slut.” These words echoed through Samuels broken mind, what remained of her will crumbling as the words became absolute truth. You couldn’t tell, but four hours ago the redhead with a mouth full of cock had been a 5’11” guy with shaggy blonde hair.
James was a surprised as anyone when he unlocked the power of the genies lamp and was given 3 wishes. First he wished he could seduce any woman with out worry about guys butting in. Second James wished for a million dollars an obvious wish in his mind. James spent the next few days testing out his new powers when he realized it be a problem if he started getting a bunch of woman pregnant, so he wished he couldn’t accidentally get anyone pregnant. As the genie and the lamp disappear James felt his body change in a way he never imagined. His muscles shrank, his body thinned, he lost almost a foot in height, his hair became long and red as James became a beautiful woman. Now as Jane she could seduce any woman whether she be straight or gay or even several women at a time without ever worry about pregnancy. And all do she was beautiful since she wish for men to not but in no man ever found her attractive even when Jane would strip naked right in front of them.
Grant had long nurtured a secret crush on his stepsister, Riley.
“You might as well get used to it” one of my captors said as I was about to jump out the bathroom window. “You are no longer a man. You are one of our boss’s call girls” another one said. I stepped back in, “and there is no way back?” I asked. “No” one of them said, “you are and forever will be Amber”. I was about to break in tears, when the other guy said “Don’t be sad, he will treat you like the lady you are. All you have to do is have sex with him from time to time. But I promise you will have a perfect life”. I grabbed my head, and looked at my new body one more time. “Meybe this isn’t so bad” I whispered. I walked back towards them.
I sat there at the bar, eyeballing some of the girls out on the dance floor. Suddenly my gaze was broken by some woman stepping between me and the floor.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” I shouted. She just looked at me and said, “How about treating me to a dance?”
Who does she think she is? “No, sorry, but you’re not my type.”
“Oh, I’m not ‘your type’? And what is that, exactly?” I wanted her to go away, but figured I’d indulge her question. What harm could it do?
“Red hair, big, fertile hips, and an ass to match. And breasts so big, they’d practically need a bra made out of buckets to hold them up. That’s my type.”
“Is that so? That’s a bit…specific, but I guess I can make it work…” she muttered.
“What, what are you talking about-?” I stopped speaking as I felt my shirt tighten, and before long I felt my pants do the same.
“I’m giving you ‘your type’. Enjoy!” She disappeared, but the pressure continued. I quickly ran to the bathroom: an act that got harder with each step. By the time I got inside I saw what that woman had done to me.
Looking back in the mirror, was exactly what I had described. Long red hair, and these hips were clearly fertile: I had to have at least three kids in my huge belly. And above that I had tits that, if they could think, no sane bra would go near. They had torn my shirt to shreds. I tried to wrap it around my tits, and thankfully I managed to cover my nipples, though for how long I couldn’t say.
I waddled out to the street, and hailed a cab. It didn’t take long for one to pick me up.
So now I sit at home on the edge of my bed, my legs apart so my belly could hang down, my enormous tits flopping heavily over it. My biggest fear for the moment was where I was going to go tomorrow to buy myself some clothes that actually fit!
Today began like any normal day. I got up, took a shower, yelled at my roommate Aaron and made breakfast. Aaron came out into the kitchen, naked (he never wears clothes in the house. Its nasty. ), and said, “Yo. Make me food!” I told him to screw off and make his own food, also to put on some pants and cover up his baby dick. He didn’t exactly like that. (He actually has a pretty big dick. ) I told him to deal with it and I left for work. I work at a second-hand book store.