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Man cheats on wife, wife hires witch to curse him. The curse ends when she forgives him. (wrote this one in three days, I fear it might show, but enjoy) "Brad Murphy?" "Ya, Tom- ya, it's me," Brad said to his longtime friend and boss. "Tall fellow-" "It's me Tom," Brad said, "worked for you on the Holden house, and with Jimmy at Beach, and- ya, it's me." Tom looked him over- "I'd heard, but I..... I had no idea." Brad took a breath- "you have work?" There was a long moment of hesitation- "Come on, man, I might not be as strong as I was but at least I have the skills-" "We are flying rafters, I have the crew, Brad," Tom told him looking him over. Brad looked down at himself, shaking his head- "there was a time you would fire two of them to get me." "Ya, Brad, but that was when you were six two and two thirty of muscle with twenty years of knowledge, now you just have the knowledge," Tom said with a shrug he added- "sorry." Brad left the trailer job shack, stopped on the metal front porch shaking his head than headed down the steps and to his truck. He could feel all the eyes of the job site on him as he climbed into the truck. "Okay, I get it, I need to work, please, end this," he said putting his hands on his head his elbows on the steering wheel. A carpenter in work bags and a tank top knocked on the side of his truck- "hi, I am Greg." Brad looked at him, thinking back to a time when Greg was just an apprentice, that was more than fifteen years before. "I know who y- oh, fuck it," Brad started the truck and threw the truck into reverse then backed onto the street making two cars screech and swerve, he threw the truck into first gear and started driving. He drove for eight blocks and pulled into a bar parking lot where he waited for nearly an hour then he made a phone call. She did not answer so he kept calling, finally she answered. "Brad I am not talking to you, I told you-" "Rose- please, I fucked up, I did, please, I need to work, I can't work like this-" "I say it, it doesn't mean anything, Brad, in my heart you are still an asshole, cheating bastard, sorry," she said then hung up. He called three times before she answered again- "Rosie, please," he was in tears, "I am sitting outside of Phil's and I don't want to go in, but I got nothing else, please." She was quiet for a long time, then she said- "maybe it's what you need." * Brad looked up from his drink. He had not taken that first drink just yet. In the mirror behind the bar was a woman- thick long blonde hair, blue eyes, big breasts, narrow waist, tight body, only about five two and a hundred pounds Brad gauged her between twenty and twenty five, the bartender had pegged her at over twenty one. "Hello," a man in a laxed suit smiled at him. "What do you want?" Brad turned to him with a snarl. "Whow- sorry, not here to piss you off, just wanted to talk," he tried to defend himself. Brad lowered his head and looked back at his drink- "Fifteen years sober," Brad said with a bit of depression, "one fuckin' mistake- one chick, a fuckin' witch and I am like this...." "Like what-?" the guy asked. "I... I was at a bachelor party with a buddy, having a good time. I.... I screwed up, I made a bad move, cheated on my wife with a stripper," Brad was confusing the guy, "then.... She contacts a fuckin' witch, and that bitch changes me into this..." "Wife-?" "Ya, I'm a guy, transformed into this," he gestured at himself, "by a fuckin' witch." The guy was looking at him oddly. "Now I can't get a job, or make a living, my wife kicked me out of the house," Brad said as a single tear escaped his eye and ran down his cheek, "and I have to get forgiveness from her to end the curse and she told me- it ante going to happen. And I talked to her today and.... ya, that didn't go so well." "Now.... I have been like this two fuckin' weeks and.... the guy's wife I am staying with wants me out of the house, and I have no money, and nowhere to go," Brad took the drink in both hands. The guy looked him over- "and you don't see the advantage of that body?" Brad looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. "Look over there, smile and flip your hair," he said indicating to the mirror. Brad looked at the mirror then back at the guy- "I know what I fuckin' look like, jeez man, I am not stupid." "Have you thought about using that to your advantage?" It had only occurred to Brad in the short term. "Think about what you could do with that body? Modeling, stripping, hell there isn't a guy in this room that wouldn't give you a couple hundred bucks just to have you give them a ride-" "That shit is not happening," Brad snapped quickly. "Have you tried?" "Finger fucking myself, ya, did that the second night, and the next morning and a couple more times sense," he said, "let the guy I am staying with play with my tits too- kind of a rent payment thing." "I'll give you forty bucks right now if you let me play with your tits for a couple minutes," he told Brad. Brad thought about the money in his pocket and in his bank account, then he drank the full finger of whiskey in one gulp. "Forty bucks?" he asked. "Fuck ya," the guy dug into his pocket. 'Dave fuckin' played with em for a fuckin' minute,' Brad thought. "Two dollars a second, money up front," Brad said. "How about a blow job-" "Trust me, Warren Buffet ante never had that kind of money," Brad said getting up and heading for the bathroom. The guy followed him in. "Forty bucks gets you twenty seconds," Brad said looking into the stalls- they were all clean, "go over and I put my knee in your nuts." He nodded, and pulled an extra twenty- "credit." Brad took off his levi coat and hung it on the door as he tucked the three twenties into his front pocket then lifted his tee shirt revealing a pair of perfect breasts. Brad touched the watch on his wrist and it beeped- "thirty seconds." The guy took Brad's breasts in hand and felt them, smashing them together then rubbed on the nipples with his thumbs and he felt them. "Fifteen seconds," Brad said. The guy leaned in and kissed Brad's breasts, working the nipple with his tongue. Brad looked at the guy, never having felt so odd in the presence of a man before. He checked his watch- "five seconds to go," Brad told him. The guy leaned back and rubbed his breasts a little as Brad started verbally counting each second, then he slapped the guys hands down- "thirty and done-" "Hundred bucks for a hand job?" the guy said. Brad grabbed his coat as he pushed his shirt down and pulled his coat on- "thanks for the money." * "It's an idea," Brad told Ken, "come on, you let me crash on your couch, you get to take soft porn pictures of me, set up the web site, and I split the money with you seventy thirty." Ken paused a moment, thinking. "Please, man, Dave is booting me out because Eli thinks Dave and I are doing something weird-" "So you want me to take pictures of you-?" "Want-? No, need the money? Yes," Brad said, then took a breath, "please, man, I need help and this is all I have right now." Ken looked back at his paused video game then nodded- "okay, but you are going to need clothes if you are doing soft porn." "Clothes are not really a problem," Brad said then got up taking off his coat he headed over to Ken's kitchen table where two baskets of clothes waited to be folded, he searched a moment and found a pair of shorts. Ken was nearing three hundred pounds so his shorts were two plus times larger than Brad needed. Brad stripped off his skin tight pants revealing a thong and an ass like no other that Ken had ever seen. He ignored the stares and pulled on the shorts, in a second they were skin tight. Brad modeled them briefly, then picked his pants- clearly made for a man twice Brad's present size. "Okay," Ken said looking quite amazed at the clothing alteration. "The thong I am wearing- actually boxers," Brad said. "So this curse comes with a.... a clothing line?" Ken asked. Brad nodded taking off the shorts then pulling back on his pants, they changed to skin tight before he could get them buttoned so he had to wiggle into them. "They change too- I mean, not just from boxers to thongs, but from moment to moment- my cowboy boots to cowgirl boots, to higher heels and shit," Brad said, than added- "I have no control over it and... the other day my I could not get my boots off after they sprouted three inch heels, and I have stopped wearing bras because they keep changing to push up bras." Brad moved back to the couch and sat down. "Well, it sounds like this curse wants you to be sexy," Ken said thinking. "Alright, I can.... I can have some on line plans in an hour, should take a couple more hours then.... Let's start tomorrow," Ken said with a tone that said that should be good enough. Brad nodded- "okay. You mind me crashing here?" "No, it's fine," he said. Brad exhaled relief- "thanks." * Brad went to the store and used the sixty dollars to buy some food while Ken waged war on the creatures in his game. A little after Brad got back and Ken let him into the apartment Brad started working on cooking a steak and making a salad for them both, figuring that he should contribute until he started making them money. He cringed a moment after he picked up the salad bowels as he looked down at himself- "son of a bitch," he muttered. Ken looked back at him and got killed in his game- "whow." His jeans, tee shirt, and boots had changed into a running shoes and full body spandex with racing strips. "Ya, see- and I bet there is no friggin' way out of this thing either," Brad said moving to the computer desk, he sat down the salad. "Eat, the steak will be done in a bit," he said then moved to the couch. Neither of the shoes would come off so Brad just kicked up his feet and started eating. Ken ignored the pleas from the guys on his team to rejoin the fight but he was far from interested as he watched Brad just sitting there eating a salad. When Brad got up to get the meat he paused to look at Ken- "come on, man, it's me- Brad, in here." "Ya, well I think I figured out your clothing thing," Ken said as he exited his game and opened a file Brad went and got the steaks and placed them on plates. He added a knife to the plate and brought it over to Ken when he saw women on Ken's computer screen dressed just like him. "It's the guys around you, whatever we want to see you in....." Ken let the end of the sentence hang. Brad understood- it made sense- he liked the tee shirt and push up bra and tight jeans look, that was why he kept returning to it and he liked the soft porn rather than the hard core, so he was influencing what he wore too. "Alright, well you are going to have to change your desires if you want to be the photographer," Brad told him, "start practicing and shit." * The spandex was gone when Brad was finished with the dishes, back to the jeans and tee shirt look because he was trying to get back to that outfit. That night Brad laid on the couch while Ken played his video games. He was thinking about his life, bad choices, and good choices. He picked up his phone and sent a text to Rosie- "I am sorry, I fucked up. You should never forgive me, but I wanted you to know that I love you even though this curse destroyed my life and I forgive you for that. Bye." He had no intention of ever contacting Rose again. * Seven hours later Ken was still in bed, and Brad was cleaning the kitchen, picking up the living room, and cleaning the bathroom as quietly as he could. He heard his phone and checked it finding that Rose had texted him back- "whatever, that won't make me forgive you." So Brad called her. "What-?" "I think you misunderstood- I am not mad at you for what you did to me, I am moving on. I would like to be me again, but if I am never then I am never and that is okay," Brad said, "I have to get out of the past and take this for what it is- a new start. I wish you the best." He did not give Rose a chance to respond he just simply hung up and turned off his phone. * Ken was set up. Brad had cleaned the kitchen and it seemed like a great place to start their photo shoot. If they got five or ten good pictures a day then they would be okay he figured, so if they started every day and got twenty that would double up their days. Brad had seemed to think that was a good idea. When Brad stepped around the corner she was wearing a pair of his gym shorts- only they were sized for her, and a tank top. He wanted to fuck her right there, she was so gorgeous. He doubted that Brad knew what he really truly looked like, he knew that Brad knew he was a completely hottie, but when Brad moved it was like every move was meant to seduce, and that was not Brad. Brad was a man's man, a guy that liked women. He would never even think about giving Ken the look he was giving him right then, it just was not in his body language vocabulary. "Ready-?" Brad asked with that sultry voice. "Ahh- ya, I- ahh, guess," Ken was trying to not look like he had a boner, but he was seriously sprouting wood under his khaki shorts and long sweat shirt. Brad stepped up to the sink and tried to look seductive and it blew her whole look, like she was going over the top. "Just stand there, don't try," Ken told her. She did as instructed and Ken snapped pictures with his three year old digital camera. Dishes to bending over at the oven to mopping the floor wiping the counter. "I got one," Brad said as she opened the refrigerator she took out the milk, "ready?" As Brad drank from the cartoon she spilled some down her cheeks, lowering the cartoon a moment later then looked at the camera as she let a little she had in her mouth leak from her lips. Ken snapped three pictures then felt something he had hoped would not happen- he turned and hurried to get out of the kitchen. * "Sorry," Ken said when he came back into the kitchen. Brad had changed clothes and had cleaned up the mess. "It's fine, whatever," he told Ken still feeling sick. The way that Ken had stared at him made him feel like the only straight man in a room full of very horny sex starved virgin seeking gay men, it was unsettling and disturbing to him, he did not like the feeling. Ken seemed to understand that Brad did not want to talk about it so Ken took his camera to his desk and started going through the pictures. They were perfect, every single one was quality that they had hoped they would get from one in ten (they had planned to take about two hundred pictures). "You are a really good photographer," Brad complimented him. Ken looked at him with an odd look. "What-? That was a compliment," Brad said. Ken went back to the computer- "I still have to design the website, and come up with a system for payment and stuff like that." "I want to have some kind of marker on the pictures so that if they end up on the internet we can tell who placed them there," Brad told him. Ken agreed, "I was thinking kind of the same thing," he said with a nod. "Could you grab me a soda?" Brad got up and went to the refrigerator and returned seeing Ken put down his camera- "what the fuck were you doing?" "Nothing," Ken answered. "Ken-?" "Nothing, just-" Brad held the soda back from him- "what-?" "Sit and I will tell you in ten minutes," Ken said placing the camera away from Brad. Brad sat down and gave his friend the soda then they picked through the phone's organizing them by day that they would be put out to the public. Fifteen minutes after the soda incident Ken brought up the video he had been making from the moment that Brad had gotten up. "What the hell?" "No, wait.... Before you get all mad, just watch it," Ken told him. They watched the video. Brad had no idea of how he was talking or moving that he had flipped his hair that way or that he smiled with that kind of look or that he had walked that way or moved so that his boobs did that. "I am not doing that," Brad said, "that.... I did not walk like that.... I- oh, God dammit- this.... No wonder Eli kicked me out and Dave was acting like that." "You are not doing that on purpose?" "No!" Brad snapped up the objection. "Wow cause that 'no' was like the cutest, thing ever," Ken said trying not to smile. "I need to go seen Dave and Eli," Brad said getting up. "Now- not that I am complaining or anything but you just flashed me and that smile was like you wanted me to look," Ken said trying to help his friend. * Brad did not smile at the guard at the front desk, but the guy smiled at him with the- 'oh, my God, you are so beautiful,' look. In the elevator there were three men and one women, all business suited up. Brad cringed again as he felt his shoes change. He said nothing, just stood there, aware that the men were staring at him as subtly as they could, while the woman was eye balling him. Brad looked at the woman and gave her a little wink. The woman blushed a little. The door opened and Brad looked at them all- "I want you to think about something as I leave- I am only interested in one of you," he said then stabbed the top floor as he stepped out. None of them got out and the woman was as red as she could get. Eli worked in an office on the eighth floor, she had no personal receptionist or assistant but according to Dave she had one in the pool outside of her office. As he walked Brad's shoes changed again, giving him a couple inches of height. Brad took a breath, trying not to get angry about the guys watching him, it was getting harder for him to feel comfortable, not that he had been comfortable yet, but it seemed things were getting worse. He made it more than half way to Eli's office before a man in a suit came out of his office and caught up to Brad- "well, hello," he said flicking a card out. Brad turned to him, gave him a look up and down then turned and walked away without a word. "Oh, wow," he was chasing Brad now. "I am Shaw Bittermen, I am an executive VP here-" Brad stopped at looked at Shaw- "I am really not interested. And if it was you and I on a deserted island I would start swimming to stay out of your reach. Now leave me alone before I punch you in the balls." Brad turned on his heels and went down the hall a half dozen more open door and knocked lightly. Eli was pretty, she could have been prettier if she had dropped thirty pounds. Her brown hair was short, blue eyes behind glasses that looked perfect on her face, she wore her pant suit just right and professionally with zero cleavage. "Eli-?" "Bradley, I am not in the mood-" "I want to explain something that I just found out," Brad said as he stepped in he closed the door to the small office. "I am not doing what you see me doing," he said, "I am not speaking in that sultry voice or walking one foot in front of the other thing to make my ass wiggle, pushing my tits up or any of that. I am not doing it." "Did you let my husband feel your breasts?" "Well, ya, but that was me just.... I thought that if Dave were in my place he would let me so I let him feel my tits, it was nothing," Brad admitted what he already knew she knew, "he was not cheating, it was-" "Because you know what cheating is?" "Eli- please-" "No, Brad, you come in here with that look and attitude-" "There is no attitude, there is no look, I came in her to apologize and explain. Please, Eli- what you see me doing might not be what I am trying to convey," Brad said as clearly as he could. There was a knock on the door and another guy, older poked his head in to talk to Eli, asking her a question but he seemed to have forgotten when he saw Brad. The door closed- "You were flirting with him!" "No! Jeez- Eli, you know me," Brad said, "I was not flirting, I was standing here, not even looking at him." Eli seemed to have heard something Brad had said and started thinking. "Eli- I am telling you that I am sorry, and that I did not mean to cause you and Dave any problems," Brad said, "Dave is my best friend and I do not want to hurt him, and the best thing to happen to him was meeting you. He loves you a great deal and I don't want to hurt him or you. I'll leave you be." As Brad turned to leave, Eli said- "thank you." "I do not know how any of that sounded, I am just hoping you heard the words and my truth. You are very welcome," Brad said then left. Shaw was waiting for him, but said nothing, just watched Brad walk towards him then watched him walk away. * Brad pulled into Phil's, jumped out of his truck and went inside. The bartender looked down from the sports show he was watching on the TV above the bar. Brad nodded to him and walked over to the man he had got money from the day before. "Hi," Brad whispered to him when he got to the table. The guy was beaming with a smile. "You want to help me with my college fund?" Brad asked. "I want more then-" Brad leaned down- "two hundred, hand job, and you play with my tits til you are done." The guy was up, dropped a couple fives on the table and led Brad outside to his car. * Brad felt pretty disgusted with himself, giving a guy and hand job while he played with his tits. It was a new low, but it was money he needed and money he had. Afterwards the guy gave Brad a burner phone- "call me when you need the money. I can't afford to do this every day," he had said. Four hundred a week was all Brad thought he needed, but he did not tell the guy that. After cleaning up in the bathroom Brad left for a good will store where he could get some clothes for his future career. * Another stop to shop. People seemed less interested in him at the stores, but Brad was aware that he did not go unnoticed. When he got back to Ken's he knocked and had to wait. Ken opened the door after a third knock. "Sorry, was in the bathroom," he said. Brad knew he was jerking off when he saw the lotion and the towel at the computer that had his pictures up on the screen. "Okay- you should have waited, I could have given you some different pictures," Brad said then headed for the couch to open his bags, tear off tags and take them to the laundry room for washing. * "Well you look different," Ken said looking Brad over when he came in with his bags of clothes. "What do you mean?" Brad sat down on the couch and started folding his clothes- most of them ill sized for his new form. "You don't- you are not flirting with me with your eyes," Ken said looking at him as he moved over to Brad and sat on the edge of the couch. "Say something- tell me what you did today." It seemed to be the weirdest thing Ken could have asked. "Come on, tell me." Brad shrugged and aside from the sex favors told Ken about his day. "Okay, you are not doing that flirty thing you do, so what else did you do? Did you masturbate a lot? A little? Have sex? What-?" "Wha-?" "Come on, Dude this whole thing is sex based so it has to be about the sex? Right?" Brad pushed his hands into his hair, normally it was like silk, but right now it felt.... Normal. "Nothing- well, okay, a long shower, feeling of the tits and a finger fuck, but nothing else- I do that every day." There were motors on motors running in Ken's head, Brad could see it. "What could you have done that you don't normally do? What about your interactions with people? Did you hit on anyone or flirt with them on purpose?" "No," Brad said still folding clothes. "It's not that important right now, let's just see if it starts again." * Ken was up late again, but this time it was work. Brad tried to sleep but the typing and the little creaking in Ken's chair made it difficult. "You going to be up all night?" "Shift runs 'til three, but then I have to make sure its running so... six or so," Ken admitted, "did you want to use my bed?" Brad changed the sheets and slipped into Ken's bed. Still he could not sleep, so he rolled onto his back and started playing with his breasts then down between his legs, rubbing and probing with his finger for almost twenty minutes then letting out a huge moan of pleasure. * Brad woke being spooned. There was a hand between his breasts. And..... Brad threw the covers back and was out of bed- "whow!" A groggy eyed Ken looked at him from the bed- "what the heck, man?" "Tell me that was not your dick-?" "Wow," Ken said looking him over. Brad looked down wondering how he had gotten naked. "Holy mackerel," Ken was staring at him. "You took my clothes off?" "No- oh, my God," Ken was staring, trying to think. Brad grabbed the only article of clothing he saw- one of Ken's tee shirts, it was right on top of a dresser so he figured it was clean. Instantly the tee shirt changed and he was in a thong and a mini tee shirt- "fuck." "Can we- oh, my God man-" Brad did not want to have to deal with a day of guys hitting on him and he had figured it out, but he also did not want to give his friend and roommate hand jobs- even one had left Brad feeling sick. What he had was the fact that Ken was a nerd, and had seldom had a girlfriend and never had one that looked like Brad's present form. Brad lowered his shoulders when he saw the love sick fat guy in bed. "Shit," he muttered, hoping that he did not have to touch Ken to make this thing work. Slowly Brad moved around the bed- "you undressed me?" he asked slowly, hoping the curse was making him sound sultry and wanton. Ken gave a vigorous nod, hoping that was the right answer. "Well that was not nice," Brad said with what he hoped was a seductive smile, "perhaps I should slap you around." "Dude.... Are you-? Is this the- the curse or you-?" Ken had the mind to ask. "Does it matter?" Brad asked bending over Ken. Ken shook his head, trying to focus. 'Guess I have to, I was hoping he would pop by now,' Brad said pulling the covers back. His friend was in terrible shape, he smelled like a fat person with little or no hygiene, and he was about the least appealing person Brad had ever seen. "I- I can't- no," Ken said grabbing the covers and pulling them back up, "I thought I could- but I can't, you are my friend and I- no," he pushed to the other side of the bed, "no." Brad had to chuckle, he smiled and took a deep breath, then sat on the edge of the bed and told Ken about the guy from Phil's. "You let a guy play with your tits while you gave him a hand job?" Ken was trying hard not to look at him. "I need the money," Brad told him. He felt really dirty and pushed his hands through his silken hair to cover up the tears that fell. "So you think this... you think doing the guy a sexual favor, that was what made you less flirty?" Ken was trying hard to stay covered and not think about what he so badly wanted to do. Brad took a breath and nodded- "it's.... pretty obvious." "But you didn't do that before-? What made you more flirty then less?" "The first day I let him play with my tits, it got him all turned on... maybe not, I- I don't know, I just want this to stop-" Ken nodded a little- "okay, I have an idea. "You give me a hand job, or whatever, and then you don't touch yourself, and we see what happens," Ken said. 'It's the one thing I have in this form,' Brad thought, then he took a breath and agreed. * They did not talk much after that. Brad was quiet and sat depressed on the couch wondering how he had gotten so far off track in his life that he was giving hand jobs and boob sucks for money and lodging. The day drifted by quickly and Brad was back on the couch that night curled up, determined not to do anything sexual in the next couple of weeks. * The next morning he woke up in the dark. "Okay, I fucked up, I did, I just want to go home and be with Rose and make everything right," he cried to the ceiling, but there was nothing that would take him back, no way but Rose's heart felt forgiveness. He reached up and picked up some hair- silken hair that had crossed his face. He was back to the flirty, beauty that had to give hand jobs to be left alone. Brad sat up, wrapping his blanket about himself. "I can't do this anymore," he whispered. * "Brad-?" he heard Ken as Ken touched his shoulder. Brad looked at him. "So it didn't stick?" Ken said with an odd look. Brad slowly shook his head, aware that he had been sitting half the night under a blanket. "I have some time- if you feel up to it, we should get more pictures. If that is still what you want to do?" Ken asked. "Ya," Brad said with a slow nod. * "Well the divorce is final, and I am..... I guess, okay with this," Brad said looking at Ken's nearly empty apartment. Ken had taken Brad up on his offer to get a bigger apartment and live under the same roof. With the posters, calendars, and picture sales up and through the roof Brad could afford to pay rent now. "You have done really well," Ken told him. "Ya, well, it's not been easy- thanks," Brad said with a smile. "I am never gonna get use to that- trying to figure out if it's the curse or you-" "Assume it's the magic- because I am never going to flirt with you," Brad told him, "now come on." "You know I have a question about this curse- something that has been bugging me sense day one," Ken followed her out with another box. "What-?" "Why change you into a hottie? Why not change you into some fat, ugly woman with sagging tits?" "Sex- its either sex or blood with magic."