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Glenda's Revenge
By PYT
It was evening and I was glad it was Friday. I entered the brew pub and
there was Jim seated in the center not far from the counter.
"What's up?" I said.
"Hey, Sam. How goes it?"
"Same old. I put that Glenda out on her butt."
"The hot waitress that works here? I thought you liked her a lot?"
"I did, but you know I'm not the long term type. She was cramping my
style. She wanted to spend the night all the time and she got mad
because I was seeing a few other girls on the side."
"Well, I wish I could find someone like that. She seemed pretty nice to
me." He bit his lip and continued. "Karen dumped me."
"I'm not surprised. You told her you loved her after four dates."
"I guess you're right. But I thought we were made for each other."
"There's no such thing as made for each other."
"Aren't you worried about coming here after breaking up with Glenda?
She could make a scene."
"Do you think I care? She told me that she was a voodoo witch or
something and that she would get me, but I'm not going to let some bird
keep me away from my beer."
And as soon as I said that, I saw Glenda come out of the back with a
pitcher of beer, two frosty mugs and small black glass. I had to admit,
in her tight T-shirt and cut-off shorts she was a hot piece of ass.
"There's a girl," I said as she gave us the beer.
"If it isn't my favorite pig."
"Temper, temper. I wouldn't want you to turn green or anything."
"And how are you today, Jim?"
"I'm fine," he said.
"The brewmaster let me prepare something special just for you." She
said trying to hand me the cup. Purplish steam was trailing off of the
top. I didn't take it.
"Is that a cup of Hemlock?" I said.
"Don't be crazy. I would never try to kill you."
"She's probably trying to put a hex on me or something," I said to Jim.
"Fine then. But you don't know what you're missing. I bet Jim would
like it." She handed it to him.
"Are you sure this is safe, Glenda?"
"Despite the friends you keep, I like you, Jim. Try it." He did.
"Hey, that's pretty good!" said Jim smiling. Glenda was smiling too.
"What are you up to?" I said to Glenda who looked a little too pleased
with herself.
"By the time you figure it out, it will be too late." Then she took the
glass and went to service another table.
"What was that all about?" said Jim.
"I told you the broad is off her gourd."
We drank our beer and ordered another pitcher. Another chick brought it
out.
"Look at the behind on that one," I said as she walked away. "Nice and
tight."
"She's okay. I've always liked women with more than that though. Not
too big, but firm and heart-shaped."
"I never took you for a butt man." I said adjusting myself in the seat.
"I'll have to set you up with Beyonce or J. Lo."
"I'd appreciate it. You alright? You keep squirming."
"They put too much padding in these chairs."
"Yeah. Want some more beer?"
My slacks felt a bit tight.
"No. I think I better cut back a little."
"Okay."
I stood up and the seat of my pants ripped open. Thankfully, I don't
think Jim noticed.
"I've got to get some exercise."
"You want to go to the gym tomorrow? We can play b-ball."
I didn't want go with him, he was a terrible basketball player, but I
was embarrassed by my pants and really just wanted to get out of there.
"Okay."
"Ten o'clock."
A girl walked into the pub wearing a tight, flimsy blouse. Her huge
nipples were very visible through the fabric.
"Wow. Look at the nips on that one." I said.
The girl gave me a look of disgust as she passed.
"Those are nice," said Jim. "They must be as wide around as a dime. I
bet they're sensitive too. She must have big areola."
"Areo-what?" I said. My chest was itching. I'd been meaning to toss
this old shirt for a while.
"Nevermind. I'll see you tomorrow."
At home, I undressed and tossed my pants and shirt in garbage bin. I
took out my pajamas. The top fit okay, even though it irritated my
chest - for some reason my nipples were real tender-but I was barely able
to pull up the bottom. I looked in the mirror behind the bathroom door.
My ass looked humongous, like a girl's ass.
"I've really let myself go," I said to my reflection. Then, I noticed
my hair, which looked like I hadn't cut it a long time.
I'd screwed Glenda before we broke up yesterday, but was feeling damned
horny now. I grabbed some of my girlie mags to jerk off to. I saw one
squaw with nice tits and really big dark nipples. I pulled off my
pajama top.
My nipples were bigger and darker than hers and very hard. I touched
one and thought I would cum in my jammies right then and there.
Something wasn't right. They were a lot more tender and noticeable than
I remembered. For some reason, I felt weird playing with them, but that
didn't slow me down. I played with them and jerked off for half the
night. I felt great.
I got to the gym late. I couldn't find anything that fit right. My
nipples showed clearly through my T-shirt. I put on two undershirts to
hide them somewhat. It didn't work to well.
Then there were my jogging pants. They were so tight I was sure they
would rip like my slacks did last night. Jeez, my butt cheeks were big.
They stuck out like a pair of volleyballs cut in half. Well maybe they
weren't quite that big, but they were bigger than I ever could recall
them being. My shorts didn't fit much better than my jogging pants, but
at least they were stretchy enough that I could be sure they wouldn't
tear. I didn't remember ever wearing the shorts before, but they looked
nice enough: a pretty, light blue pair with a red heart embroidered on
one of the cheeks.
"Hey, Sam. Over here," said Jim who was warming up on the basketball
court. I felt a quick rush of, I don't know, excitement? Happiness?
Anticipation? When I saw him standing there in his old tennis shoes and
loud, striped shirt. I couldn't figure out why I was so happy to see
him. I mean we were friends, but it was not like I was his girlfriend
or something. I was a guy for crying out loud.
Jim looked awkward trying to dribble. He would bob it okay for a few
seconds, then he would lose control and the ball would go rolling
across the court. I couldn't stop laughing. As for myself, I was not a
very tall guy at 5'7", but I played the point in high school and knew
how to handle the rock pretty well.
"Nice shorts," he said slapping my butt.
"Thanks." I said blushing. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why
I was so embarrassed, but then I looked at my shorts. They were damned
short. I tried pulling them down a little, but that didn't help. They
were closer to underwear than shorts. What was I thinking when I
dressed this morning? He handed me the ball and I began dribbling.
"Nice hair, too. I've always liked girls with luxurious, flowing
locks."
"Thanks again," I wiped a lock of hair out of my eyes. I'd really have
to get it cut soon.
We played a game of 21. I made a bunch of shots before he got a chance
to try. Then when I scored 13 something happened.
"I suck at basketball," said Jim. "That's why I like playing with
girls. I like a girl who is good at and enjoys girl sports like tennis
and swimming, but she shouldn't better than me at basketball or
football."
I missed my next 10 shots.
"You're okay, Sam, but you shoot like a girl," said Jim after he won.
"I don't know what happened. I normally have a pretty steady shot."
"You keep shooting with those limp wrists, you'll never make a shot.
Let me show you." He walked up behind me. I felt very strange. On the
one hand, it bothered me that I could feel his erection against my
behind. On the other hand, I felt strangely excited by his being close
to me. He demonstrated shooting by putting his arms over my shoulders
and showing me the proper grip. Then he backed away and let me try.
Some hair fell in my face again. It was very, very long. Down to my
chest. Had it always been like that? I shot and missed again.
"At least you hit the rim that time, but you're still shooting like a
girl."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I picked up the ball and shot
again. I realized I really was shooting like a girl. I got the ball and
tried again and again, but it was the same thing. I was shooting like
the girls back in high school. Bunny-rabbit style with both hands
together and with more or a hop than a toss. What was going on?
"Wow, look down there." Jim had stopped playing and was staring at the
far end of the court where a volleyball net was set up. "I'm going to
get some water." I followed Jim, as I was thirsty as well. There was a
group of girls playing volleyball. They were all tall and slim and very
fit. I actually felt a little jealous. "Talk about sexy. I love when
girl's wear those mid-riff shirts. Especially that one over there." He
was pointing at a gorgeous thin chick. "She must have like a 19 inch
waist."
Suddenly, I felt a really bad cramp in my gut causing me to double
over.
"You okay?" asked Jim.
"Yeah. I think I just overdid it a little back there," I said holding
my stomach with both arms.
"Here, sit on this bench," he said leading me over.
Jim brought me a bottle of water.
"Feeling better?" he asked after few minutes.
"I think so. I don't know what happened," I said holding the bottle
against my exposed mid-riff. The cold felt good. "I feel better
watching these girls prance around though."
"I know what you mean. I love feminine women."
One of the girl's walked toward us.
"Yeah. Look at those legs. They go on forever."
Then I felt a cramping in my legs. I didn't want Jim to make a fuss
over me, so I messaged my thighs to ease the pain. It went away after a
little while.
"Excuse me," she said. "Do either of you have the time?"
"Sure. It's noon," said Jim. "You have beautiful eyes."
"I bet you say that to every girl."
"No really. They are such a pretty green."
"Thank you," she said leaving us. I was rubbing my eyes.
"I love exotic looks. I love green eyes. In fact, I would like them
even more if they were a little slanted. You know like a half-Japanese
girl."
"I didn't know you liked exotic chicks."
"Sure, I always have. I really like a girl with light caramel colored
skin. Hey, Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"When did your legs get so skinny?"
I looked at them and they did look skinnier than normal. They were slim
and very sexy. Could I have I have lost weight and gained weight at the
same time? That didn't make much sense.
"Hey, are we on for tonight?" I asked.
"Same time as last week?"
"Yeah. Maybe we can find some really hot birds."
"I'm sure we will. Dress nice."
I stood up and so did Jim. Somehow he seemed a little shorter to me,
but before I could ask if he noticed anything, he walked away. I looked
at my legs, which made me proud, they were long and shapely just like a
girl's. I was sure that I had lost weight in my legs, but my shorts
were just as tight as before. Maybe tighter.
Seeing Jim had done something to me. Back at home, I couldn't stop
thinking about him pressed up behind me on the court. What was wrong
with me? I liked girls! I spent most of the day trying to ignore these
thoughts, but my nipples continued to ache. They were screaming for me
to touch. Eventually, I couldn't hold out anymore. I spent the whole
afternoon masturbating.
That night as I stood in front of the mirror preparing to go to the
club, I couldn't escape the feeling that something was very wrong. I
just couldn't put my finger on it though. I suppose that I would need
to cut my hair, which hung halfway down my back and curled at the ends.
I might also have to work on my butt; it was firm and round, but stuck
out in a way that made it impossible to miss no matter what I tried on.
My legs were super-long and shapely. For some reason, I keep thinking
that I should work on them to give them a little muscle, then the next
second I would be thinking that I might need to shave them, but they
were pretty much hairless. My skin was smooth as silk with a rich dark
tan. Then there was my perfectly trim 19 inch waist which was smooth,
hairless and lacking any spare fat to think of. No, I didn't see
anything to worry about.
When I got to the club I realized that I was not dressed well. It was
my usual outfit: a polo shirt and jeans. The shirt was alright, I loved
the way my nipples showed through, but the jeans were loose in the legs
and extremely loose around the waist. Yet, they were so tight at the
ass, that I definitely did not need a belt. This is not mentioning that
they rode up high like culottes exposing my dainty ankles and half of
my skinny shins.
At the club, I found Jim dancing close to the stage. I went to the
restroom first. I was shocked to find Glenda in there.
"Well, look at you," she said.
"What are you doing in here?"
"It's the ladies restroom."
I didn't quite know what she was saying.
"Here, let me remove part of the hex." She waved a hand and I felt
slightly woozy for a second.
"What was that?"
"Look in the mirror." I did.
"Holy shit, I look like a--."
"A what? A chick, a bird, a broad or whatever other chauvinist phase
you use."
"Now, wait a minute here."
"I was tired of how you've treated women. You're dumping me was the
last straw. So I put a hex on you. But the best hexes work when you do
a little good. I've known Jim for a long time although not as long as
you. He's a really good man, but he's never had luck with women. So I
thought, that I could give him what he deserves."
"What are you talking about?"
"The perfect woman - you."
"You mean every time he thinks about what he likes in a broa-I mean a
woman..."
"You get the trait. I never imagined it would work this well. You are
quite the stunner. I love the button nose he gave you. Cute."
"Button nose?" I looked in the mirror and sure enough, that wasn't my
nose. Actually, most of that face wasn't mine. Not the nose, the eyes,
the high cheeks or the ears - where did the hoop earrings come from? Then
there were those nipples, which were impossible to miss even through my
relatively thick polo shirt. "Unbelievable," I thought out loud.
"They're as big as the first joint of my index finger."
"Pretty soon you'll be his dream woman."
"Not if I can help it." I said rushing to the bathroom door.
"It's too late. You're too far along," she yelled. "You need a better
outfit!"
On the dance floor, I realized that my clothes had changed. My little
top exposed what seemed to be a yard of mid-riff. I still had on jeans,
but they had shrunk until they actually fit - that is if tight as a
second skin and cut so low that my pubes were probably visible is fit.
I noticed that I was wearing high-heeled mules. How did I know that's
what they were called? I didn't know the first thing about women's
shoes. More importantly, how was I walking on three-plus inch heels
without falling on my face? I'd never worn heels before in my life.
What else had the spell done to my mind? I wondered if this outfit was
Glenda's doing or Jim's?
"You look great,"
"Thank you," I said preparing to turn away demurely and blush, but I
realized that I wouldn't normally turn away or blush. I also realized
that the outfit was probably his doing since he had asked me to dress
nice when he was leaving the gym. "Jim, can we talk for a minute?"
We went to a booth. He looked at me as though he were sizing me up and
I noticed that with my long legs and heels, I was actually a little
taller than him. Then I felt a very strange woozy sensation like I was
sinking. He caught me by the waist.
"Are you alright? Maybe you should sit down," he said. I nodded with my
eyes closed and when I opened them we were still standing and he seemed
to have grown. I mean he looked like a giant. I looked around to catch
my bearings and saw that everything looked a bit bigger. Walking in, I
was able to see over most of the crowd, but now I saw mostly chests and
backs. The table also seemed a lot taller than before. The spell had
shrunk me.
I scooted into the booth and sat back. The front of my sandals just
touched the floor-barely. I wondered how tall I was now and damned if I
couldn't help but ask.
"I didn't know you liked short women," I said.
"I do," he said. "Like that lady over there," he was looking at a
knockout walking by a few feet away. "But you're a lot more petite than
her and cuter. I mean you're only about 5'1"."
I was struggling to not thank him for the compliment when I felt a
pressing sensation in my shoulders, arms, legs and just about
everywhere else. My head felt weird too. I had a pretty good idea what
was happened to me now. I looked down and didn't think that I had
gotten shorter, but I was definitely smaller all over. My legs still
looked damned long in proportion to my body, but they and my arms were
rail thin now. My mid-riff looked about the same, but then I didn't
think it could have gotten much smaller anyway.
"You've got to stop that," I said.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Jim, it's me, Sam, you're old drinking buddy since high school. You
don't see anything wrong with this picture?" I gestured across my body.
He looked genuinely clueless.
"I'm sorry. I didn't notice before. You hands look great. That's a
really nice manicure." Sure enough, I looked at my hands and they were
small and delicate with half-inch long French tips. "You always have
taken good care of yourself. I love you're eyelashes too. So long and
feathery and you fill out that top nicely."
Suddenly, my chest grew out. I reached up and grabbed it. I don't know,
maybe I was hoping I could stop what was happening, but it didn't work,
of course. I had breasts. They weren't huge, but they were big enough
to give me some cleavage. I guessed they were about a C-cup, but I
wasn't wearing a bra and the way they quivered to the movement of my
breathing they might as well have been Z-cups. Also, the gigantic
sensitive nipples were poking through my top even further now that they
had a foundation. I was freaked out.
"Stop, please, stop," I said. I was aware of everyone around us and
didn't want to draw a lot of attention so I kept my voice down. "This
is Glenda's doing. She really is a voodoo priestess."
"Glenda did your nails and lashes? I didn't know she was a beautician
too. Did she do you're makeup too? That lipstick makes your lips look
really juicy."
I realized that it wasn't his fault. The spell was playing with his
mind too. How else would he not know that he was turning me into the
chick of his wet dreams?
"No, she cast a hex on us. It's turning me into your idea of the
perfect girl."
"Huh?"
He really wasn't getting this.
"Jim. I'm a man. I've always been a man. This isn't normal."
"What are you talking about?" He said standing up. I stood up too and
was again greeted by how short I was now. I could have remained seated.
"Did you have that surgery or something?"
"No, I didn't. It's Glenda."
"Turn around for me." I did. I also realized in turning that my dark
hair now hung just past my ass. I wasn't sure if it had gotten longer
or if it just seemed longer because I was shorter. "This is a pretty
funny joke, Sam. But its obvious you're 100 percent woman. You've
always been so small and cute and look at that gap between your legs.
It's perfect."
I felt the weirdest sensation yet like something had just sucked up
into my body. I knew that I would have to pee sitting down permanently
if I didn't fix this. I couldn't do much of anything at that moment
though. I was so disoriented that actually fell over. He caught me and
picked me up very easily. I wondered if he was unusually strong; then I
realized that I probably only weighed 95 pounds.
He placed me on a bench outside of the club and sat next to me.
"Is the fresh air helping?"
"Yes," I said lying on the bench. "I was so dumb, I should never have
messed with that Glenda."
"Don't worry about it. I've always liked girls who are a little dumb.
They are so much easier to deal with. Besides it'll all be over soon."
"What did you say?" I asked as I felt a tingling in my brain.
"I said look at that moon." I looked up and the moon was big and huge
in the sky. "Inside, I thought you were saying that I could change how
you looked."
I stood up. "Yes! Yes! Not just my body, but my brain too."
"Were you drinking before you got here, Sam?"
"No, I promise I wasn't. Look at me. Look at these," I said grabbing my
breasts which felt heavy as potato sacks in my little, dainty hands.
"This isn't normal. None of this is!"
"Well, if what you say is true, then we should be able to test it."
"Test it. How?"
"Let me see. You're voice is a little on the deep side. I wish you had
a voice to match your body," he said. My throat felt strange. "Better
yet, I wish you had a little girl's voice."
"Oh my God! Do you see what you did? I sound like a schoolgirl."
"Wow, cool! I wish your hair wasn't black. I wish it was blonde."
"Okay, that's enough."
"Neat. Okay one more: I wish you were even shorter with bigger boobs."
"Wait! No!" I yelped. But it was too late. I felt everything shift and
pressure in my chest as my breasts expanded outward. I don't think I
got that much shorter. But the breasts were a different story. I
couldn't be sure, but they looked absolutely huge to my eyes. They must
have been D-cups, but my knowledge of bras told me that cup sizes were
proportional. They might have been D's on a regular girl, but on me
with my now tiny frame, they were probably E's or F's.
"Are you having fun?" said a woman's voice from off to the side. It was
Glenda. She stepped out from behind a tree. "You really turned him into
a bombshell."
"This is great. More fun than I could have imagined," said Jim.
I couldn't quite figure out what was happening, my mind was little
foggy, ya know, but after a few seconds of concentrating I realized
that Jim knew what was happening all along.
"Jim, you what was happening all along!" I said frustrated by my
girlish voice. I couldn't manage to sound as angry as I was.
"Okay, you got me," he said.
"But why?"
"Because, you always looked down on me like I was just your toady or
something. I'm not stupid. Did you think I didn't know you stole my
girlfriend? Karen told me that you started sniffing around her while we
were dating and she said that she liked you better."
I looked away.
"I know she wasn't the first. I knew about Marsha, and Lisa, and
Vanessa and Mandy and all those other girls. I just got tired of it
all."
"Do you see," said Glenda. "You've spent you're life screwing over
you're best friend. When I realized what you were doing to him, and to
me, I decided to help him. I'm a good witch. It's what I do."
"I just wanted a girl who would be just for me to have and to hold and
protect," he said.
Suddenly, I felt very sorry for him and like all I wanted to do was
make his life better. I also had the feeling that letting him protect
me from the big, scary world would make me feel safe given how small
and weak I was. I realized slowly that the hex probably played a part
in this, but I could quite resist the urge to run to his arms. Glenda
stopped me.
"Just a few loose ends to tie up," said Glenda. She grabbed my tiny
shoulders and stared directly into my eyes. "Now pay close attention,
Sam. Sam, what is your name?"
"Samuel Anthony Smith," I said unable to refuse answering.
"Sam, what is your name?" she asked again.
"Samantha Anne Smith."
"Samantha, what is your favorite movie and color?"
"Animal House and Red, of course."
"Samantha, what is your favorite movie and color?"
"Steel Magnolias and pink, no lilac, no pink. Pink is my favorite."
"Samantha, do you love Jim?"
"Are you kidding me? He's a guy what do you think I-"
"Samantha, do you love Jim?"
"Are you kidding? Of course, I do. I couldn't see living without the
big lug," I said wrapping my arms around his waist. "I want to marry
him, and spend my life pleasing him and have a gaggle of babies."
"I think we're finished here," said Glenda smiling.
"Thank you, Glenda," said Jim.
"You're very welcome."
"Any last requests, Samantha?"
"Well, maybe you could make me a just a little shorter and my breasts a
little bigger and my feet smaller and my hair longer..."
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