Hermione Granger and the Sneaking Spell
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One Dollar Spell free porn video
I couldn't resist. Tongue firmly in cheek (and displacing several
acorns), here is my entry to the REX contest. The rating would probably be
PG-13, maybe.
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The One Dollar Spell
by Sarah Miller
Gordon gently closed the dust encrusted leather cover of the
manuscript. He was wearing a satisfied smile, for at long
last he'd found the answer. For years, he'd been searching
these musty archives all over the world. And now he had the
answer written down and safely stowed in this pocket.
But, as Gordon boarded his Gulfstream IV he was furiously
thinking. The spell required some very odd accouterments. He
fell fast asleep over the Atlantic, dreaming about his new
found spell, and what it would mean to his love life. For
Gordon had no love life. He was 40 years old, balding, and
sported a rather large pot belly. His coke bottle glasses and
acne scarred face completed the look. In spite of being a
member of the Forbes richest 100 men in the world, he was a
rather repulsive little man, his mean spiritedness exceeded
only by his vast wealth. And so he'd searched the world to
find a spell. Soon he would have women drooling over his
body. As his plane touched down in Seattle he was awakened
from a dream where he was naked on a beach, with well-endowed
beauties slavering over him.
Gordon entered his lakeside mansion and studied the spell
while sipping a cup of gourmet coffee. He translated from the
ancient Serbian:
Over the water pass
a remnant of feminist past
Look closely as the bubbles form
As the caster recites the words
'Bind the one. Slave she is.'
The token is passed from water to hand
with an icon of love and attachment at hand.
Gordon studied this very carefully, but he didn't make much
sense of it. This was supposed to cause women to become his
sex slave? It looked like gibberish. But he knew it wasn't.
Even the ancient sorcerer's sometimes made things dense and
muddy to confuse their rivals. He'd just have to figure it
out.
*****
It was a crisp morning, and Gordon enjoyed it as he strolled
downtown Seattle, looking for Christmas presents for his
family. At least they didn't find him greedy and grotesque.
Suddenly a small child darted out in front of him, almost
tripping him. She looked up to apologize, but ran off
screaming, clutching her teddy bear. 'That's it!' he thought.
'I can use a Teddy Bear as the icon.' He entered the toy
store, ignoring the stares of the children, and bought a bear
identical to the one attached to the screaming child. He paid
cash, and was surprised to find a Susan B. Anthony dollar in
his change.
"Aha!" He said.
The clerk looked at him strangely, and he slouched off. This
thing is a remnant of feminist past. Susan Anthony was a
suffragette. He now knew how to cast the spell, and rushed
home. He'd lose his virginity by Christmas day.
He gathered his materiels at the kitchen table. He set a
glass of water down and dropped the dollar coin into it. He
put a spare pair of eyeglasses over the top, using them as a
magnifying glass. Peering into the glass, he recited the
unholy words. Watching intently, he saw bubbles form around
the coin and float to the top of the water, where they burst
and let their evil gas drift into the atmosphere. When the
bubbles stopped forming he sprinkled some of the water on the
bear. The spell didn't say to do that, but what could it
hurt? He retrieved the coin, poured out the water, and
retreated to bed. Tomorrow would be a big day.
*****
Again, Gordon stalked the streets of Seattle. The women of
Redmond were just too ugly. He wanted a real northwestern
beauty. And soon enough, he spied her. Striding up to her,
he tried to place the coin in her hand. But she was having
none of that, thinking Gordon was some sort of pervert, and
ran screaming. Why did females tend to do that, he wondered?
The coin went bouncing along the street, and was retrieved by
a 52 year old stock broker. The short, portly man walked over
to give it back to Gordon.
"I've never seen that pickup approach before," he told Gordon.
"Does it ever work?"
"Not yet, today's the first time I've tried it."
"Well, good luck. Here's your coin back."
As the portly gentleman handed the coin back to Gordon, a
flash of static stunned them both.
"Wow, that's the trick," said the broker. "Just stun them and
take them home." He grinned and walked back to the financial
district.
Gordon began to feel a little lightheaded and feverish, so he
gave up for the day. He still swore to have some sex before
Christmas. This was just a small setback. He _would_ have a
sex slave.
Three days later he was not so sure. Being only 5'4" tall, he
was happy he hadn't lost any height. But he had lost 70
pounds of fat and mass. Frantic, he called in his doctor.
The doctor merely shrugged. Whatever happened, whatever
Gordon had, it had certainly improved his looks. For he now
sported blonde hair, and the acne scars were erased. To top
it all off, he no longer needed the glasses. But on the minus
side, all his body and facial hair were gone. And he had this
sudden obsession with stocks and bonds. He'd made all his
money selling defective software to corporate morons, and had
never needed to worry about investing it. But he was now very
interested in the subject. No one could explain it.
The next morning Gordon awoke screaming. He had tits - large
ones. After calming down a little, he summoned the doctor
again. The doctor once again had no explanation to give him.
He drew some blood to get some tests done, but there was
nothing else to be done.
Gordon's panicked mind was not thinking too clearly. But
finally one concept did manage to work its was to the front.
The Spell. He hadn't bothered to write down all the fine
print. Fine print was for lawyers and little people. He had
no need for fine print, he could afford whatever he wanted
anyway. But something must have gone wrong. The woman he'd
picked out had run off before touching the coin. The stock
broker had given it back to him. But the stock broker
obviously couldn't become his love slave - they were both men.
That thought sent a chill down his spine. Looking in the
mirror, he saw that he didn't really look like a man any more.
He had soft, creamy skin, an angelic face, long blonde hair,
and what had to be DD boobs. His figure was actually quite
feminine, with a slim waist and broad hips, perfect for
producing children. 'Oh, God, what have I done?' he thought
to himself. Then he remembered the other effects of the
spell, and he spent the rest of the afternoon sobbing. He
resolved to go back to Italy, where he'd found this
manuscript, and find the counterspell, before it was too late.
He'd leave in the morning.
But The Spell had other plans for Gordon. He awoke with a
perfectly formed vagina in place of his manhood. He was now a
blonde sex goddess. Startled, then immediately aroused, he
began fondling his, or her, breasts. Gordon soon felt an
urgent warm feeling emerging from between his legs. He used
his fingers to satisfy himself. Four times.
He finally snapped out of it, and decided he _must_ get to
Italy. He searched high and low looking for clothes that fit.
He finally had to send the maid out to buy something.
"It seems my employer's bimbo lost her clothes," the maid told
the clerk at a small boutique. "They sent me to fetch some
new ones. That mini in the window looks nice."
Three hours later, Gordon was dressed in lacy panties and a
skimpy but strong bra, a soft leather miniskirt, and a very
thin silk blouse, and standing in 4 inch heels. He did look
like a knockout, he thought. He wondered what his stock
broker friend would think. He'd have to look him up before he
changed back. Wait. Why not surprise him now? He had plenty
of time to get the spell reversed. He thought the broker
would appreciate his new looks. And the thought of seeing the
broker sent a tingle down Gordon's spine. Somewhere in the
back of that mind, Gordon realized something was wrong with
this picture, but for now he just needed to go see the man.
Wrapped in an expensive fake leopard coat (even Gordon
wouldn't wear real fur) and clutching the teddy bear, he hopped
in his Jaguar and sped off to the financial district. Gordon had
not even gotten the guy's name, so he'd have to cruise the street
until she saw him. Hips swaying, she walked up and down. She was
stopped by a cop at one point, who thought Gordon was hooking. But
she convinced the cop she was just waiting for someone. She
had to keep walking to keep her legs warm.
After four hours of walking, she finally saw him in the mass
of humanity being disgorged from a building. She grabbed his
arm and pulled him aside.
"Hey don't scream. Remember me? The other day you gave me
back a coin?"
"Look, you lunatic! Get out of here before I call a cop!"
"Look at me! No, it wasn't me, but do you remember giving a
dollar coin to some guy the other day?"
"Yeah, I remember," said the broker, whose name was Sam.
"Sort of. What's that got to do with you?"
"It was me," started Gordon. "No, I guess it wasn't, but he
told me about it, and I got so excited. Its rare to find a
man of integrity, one who would return something like that.
So I just wanted to come meet you."
"Lady, you're crazy! It was only a buck! Who gets worked up
over a buck?"
"I do. You know, I like you. Please take me home with you.
I can cook, and clean, and I love sex."
Sam stood there with his mouth open, watching poor Gordon
looking back with pleading eyes. This was just too much. He
suspected some practical joke, but he couldn't think of anyone
he knew who cared enough to play one. He decided to take a
chance. Free sex would be nice for a change. They got into
Sam's car and drove home.
The real Gordon was frightened. Now he knew the full effect
of that damn spell. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to
break free and find a counterspell. But he did know he'd make
good on his vow to lose his virginity before Christmas.
---- The End.
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