Well now, this was a problem. Jack never thought his own spell would be used against him…
When he asked that witch in that strange shop for help in dealing with a ”fat bitch”, the witch smirked and said that everything would be taken care of in the morning.
I’m sorry this happened to us,honey. I knew you were really angry with her. I was just taking your side when I called her a bitch. You have to admit it was really creepy the way she glared at us when she said “Not bitch, witch! Let me show you two the difference!”. Who would have thought she would change you into a real four legged bitch and me into an apprentice witch. She did say as soon as I learned enough magic, I could change us back into husband and wife. She says, if I study hard, it shouldn’t take more than 10 years or so. There she is now. I have to go for my first lesson. You be a good girl while I’m gone honey.
Casey had been a pretty lonely guy. He’d visited all sorts of chat sites and dating sites looking for an opportunity to gain some more life experiences. Specifically, some sexual life experiences. Each time, he’d struck out, sometimes quite spectacularly.
Paul was a gangster who liked to play at being a Mafioso. When he met his girlfriend’s uncle Big Al, Paul was sure he was finally meeting someone in the mafia for real. Afterwards he told his girlfriend he was going to use the connect to Al to get in. She just laughed at him, and asked him why he didn’t ask her. After all, if her uncle was in the mafia, she was in “the family” too, right?
John and I had both been dating Amanda for a while. It was all above-board – everyone knew and agreed – but it still bothered us. Eventually we got together and gave Amanda an ultimatum. She had to pick one of us and break up with the other.
Joe groaned as he finished titty fucking Maria, shooting his load all over her boobs. He straddled her as the last drops of his cum dripped down on to her body.
I get caught cheating one time, and, like I told Nancy if she’d go party once in a while, it wouldn’t have happened, but she never goes out, all she does is study, and do her stupid witch crap with her friends… well, at least I thought it was stupid. Turns out my girlfriend and her best friend actually practice witchcraft.
They put a curse on me, and changed my entire life so that instead of a 30 year old mechanic, no one remembers my old life, as the man Brian Swanson, and everyone knows me as 18 year old party girl Brianna Swanson. They used magic, and changed me into a fucking chick, a freaking super hot,blonde teenage bimbo. I cant act like myself unless I concentrate so hard that it sometimes makes me pass out, so I’m stuck acting like Brianna the teen party queen, almost all the time, doing my hair, wearing make up, painting my nails, dressing like a slutty sorority girl, constantly having all mens eyes on my tight, traffic stopping body everywhere I fucking go. After three days I could barely stand it, it’s humiliating… shopping with my annoying friends (even if their all smoking hot), trying on skirts and dresses at the mall, flirting with dudes! I even spent hours trying on tiny thong underwear and push up bras (as if my tits arnt already annoying enough) and a bunch of fucking lingerie! I did get to see my super fine friends trying stuff on as well, getting naked, and, I started getting excited in my mind, trying to will my body to move in on one of those little sluts, but physically, nothing! I’m in a womens changing room watching 18 year old girls try on fuck me underwear, and I can’t even get turned on…
I do have to admit though, while those girls are hot, this body I’m stuck in is a knock out,(and, even though I might be a teenage blonde bimbo, that doesn’t mean I can’t still appreciate my body as a male, I have to admit, I’m a fucking knock out.) so damn sexy, and that slutty underwear looks great on her, me, whatever.
That night I spent hours posing for myself in the mirror, dancing for myself, shaking my tits, sucking my fingers, and eventually ended up getting myself off, which was incredible but also bizarre, being on the receiving end of fingering a girl, but… holy shit the orgasms were amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. I just wish that night I wouldn’t have had the weird sex dreams… not about this hot body, or chicks I’ve fucked in the past… no, at first, it seemed alright, but then, my girl brain and these hormones are fucking with me,
The dream seemed totally real, more real than any I’ve ever had. I was in a changing room with Kelly, this super hot, but annoying redhead with big tits that are so fucking firm you’d think they were fake (there not) that always is hanging out with me, and, praise god! I’m back in my male body again. We start to get it on, I can feel my dick straining against my pants… then I look in the mirror, and, suddenly, I’m Brianna again, my bleached blonde hair framing my sexy face, Im wearing a tiny black tube top, my tits pressing out and clearly view able through the sheer top, crotchless lacey black panties and black high heels and nothing else, and Kelly, she’s got on a cheerleading uniform, but it’s so short and the top clings to her big boobs so tight theres no way it’s legal. She looks so fucking hot… except for the huge strap on dildo she’s holdng in her hand. Ok, not what I’d choose, but… some hot lesbian action might be alright I think. So we’re kissing, feeling each other up,touching, and I picture us sixty nining… and all the sudden… a dude walks in! Big, huge football player types. I try to yell to get out, but instead, he sits and watches me and Kelly go at it, kissing feeling up each others tits, he sits in a chair, and we each take turns going down on each other, eating each others tight, wet pussies, and I can see Jason watching us, his dick out, hard as a rock, and he’s stroking it while he watches us. I’m so turned on, that I think I might actually have kind of liked him watching.
Finally, the guy, a lean, tall blonde that I somehow know is named Jason, grabs Kelly and they start going at it. Ripping clothes off, his dick is out, she’s sucking it… and I’m just watching, but I can feel my body getting more and more turned on each second. He’s laying on top of her, fucking her like a machine, and I’m on the bed next to them, and I can feel my hand between my legs as I watch.
Then, suddenly Tim, a huge linebacker from high school, that… I guess I used to date? He’s in the room too. He picks me up. I want to fight him off, but I’m so horny… next thing I know, my arms and legs are wrapped around his huge body, and I’m kissing him and he’s kissing me back, hard, while his hands squeeze my ass and legs, and he runs them down my back and over my perfect tits, lingering to roughly squeeze them, which makes me squeel with pleasure. Then he lies me down, and… my hand is just between his legs, in his pants, pulling them down. Then I grab his huge dick and start working it with my hand, and then my lips… sucking him off like a pro, until I finally can’t wait, so I climb up, looking at his big, hard dick, imagining it pushing into me, and then I straddle him… and, just as I lower myself down to slide my throbbing pussy onto his huge dick, I wake up, in mid scream, two fingers buried in my soaking wet cunt, and my body in the middle of a orgasm that goes on for what seems like minutes, practically making me black out.
I lost everything – my job, my fiance, my house and friends – many years ago. Now I’m living on the street, begging for money. Just to buy some food.
One day a woman came along the street I was begging. She was young, mid 20s I think, pregnant and had a smile on her face. She looked so happy, I thought. Happy people were mostly generous. And she was. But not the way I thought.
I begged for money infront of her. But instead giving me some, she just smiled. “Tell me. What kind of live you would really like to have?”, she asked which got me angry. I thought she might be generous, but she was mocking me instead.
“A life without concerns and full of money and endless fucking of course, you stupid bitch” I shouted back.
But she continued smiling. “So it will be”, she said and walked away singing in a language I couldn’t understand.
Tyler had been single for a long time and hated it. One night he went to a party with some friends and got really drunk. Then he started hitting on every girl he saw. Towards the end of the night one of the girls with a big rack who he wouldn’t stop pestering him confronted him.
“Honey, I’m home!”