Tracy
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Traci
By The Sympathetic Devil ([email protected])
Nick answered the door to find a wild-eyed man with long hair and a
braided beard. He looked at the man askance and said, "Yes?"
"You don't recognize me, do you Coach Tracey," the hirsute man said.
"Well, no, but since you're calling me Coach Tracey I assume I knew you
in high school?"
The man on his doorstep nodded solemnly as if it was of deep
significance.
"Got it in one, Coach!" he said. "I'm Harrison Knox! I was just a scrawny
nerd in your gym class back then, but now I'm a powerful wizard."
Nick blinked. He tried not to laugh. The guy, whom he still didn't
remember, was still a scrawny nerd and he was pretty certain he could
snap him like a twig, but he didn't want to get blood on the porch or
deal with an assault charge. He knew he'd be within his rights, from past
experience, but the interview at the police station could really ruin
your night.
"Well, good for you," he said, closing the door.
His former student pointed a gnarled wooden wand at him and said, "Arms
akimbo, you are a bimbo."
Nick let go of the door to put his fists on his hips and said, "Arms
akimbo, I am a bimbo."
Everything sparkled for a second and suddenly the man on his doorstep was
taller.
"Hey, what did you do?" he demanded.
But his voice... It was high.... Feminine...
Nick looked down in dawning horror.
He had tits. He was dressed in lacy lingerie, long blonde hair hung from
his head and he had tits. He reached down with a trembling hand to his
crotch and found a pussy. She whimpered.
She tried to slam the door again. Harrison's foot blocked it. She pushed
hard and made pathetic grunting sounds. Harrison laughed and pushed his
way in.
"Nice place you got here, Traci," he said.
"You!" she shouted in her high, breathy voice, stamping her little foot
in its stiletto-heeled pump. "Whatever you did to me, undo it right now!"
"You don't like your new body? Look at it! It's so much nicer than your
old one," the wizard said. "Surely part of you likes it, at least."
"No, part of me does NOT like it!" she pouted.
"Well, I can fix that. Hands that are naughty enjoy your body!" he said,
pointing the wand at her again.
"Hands that are naughty enjoy my body," she repeated, then she clutched
enthusiastically and involuntarily at her big tits. Fireworks went off in
her brain as she futilely tried to stop her hands from vigorously groping
and kneading. She didn't want to do it, but it felt so good!
One naughty hand continued to maul a tit while the other pinched her ass
and then went for her crotch. She squeezed her legs together defensively
but her other hand squeezed a nipple and she jumped and squealed and the
other hand took its opening and lay claim to her new pussy.
Her hands were unstoppable and it felt so good she could barely stand.
Harrison pushed her gently to her couch and she sat without resistance
and let her own hands ravage her. The wizard grinned as she gave into the
inevitable. Her face flushed as internal sensations she had never
imagined overwhelmed her. She was coming and she cried out in humiliated
ecstasy.
She sat there panting and blushing. Her hands were still exploring, but
with less urgency.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she pleaded with the wizard.
"Mostly because I can," he confessed, raising his wand again, "You'll ask
me to spank you, when I'm done you'll say thank you."
"I'll ask you to spank me, when you're done I'll say thank you." She
agreed. "Please spank me now."
""I'd be glad to, Traci!" he said, sitting beside her and patting his lap
expectantly.
She lay across his legs submissively. She couldn't do anything else. And
with her new tits dangling as she sprawled across his lap, her naughty
hands couldn't help but take advantage. She was squeezing her nipples
when the first 'whack' hit her ass.
She tried to think as he spanked her and her traitor hands twiddled at
her oh-so-sensitive nipples. There had to be a way out of this. But she
couldn't think straight. She felt so stupid. And feeling so powerless and
humiliated as the man who had hijacked her body paddled her bottom was
actually turning her on, which was humiliating her even more in a vicious
positive feedback loop.
She wasn't even sure Harrison's magic was making her feel that way. She
didn't remember anything about it in his little rhymes. Was this coming
from somewhere inside her?
He stopped spanking her. She wasn't sure how long it had gone on. She
didn't know if she was relieved or saddened that it was over. But she did
know what she needed to do.
She slid off his legs and on to her knees. She looked up into his eyes
and said with deepest sincerity "Thank you, Harrison!"
"And what are you thankful for, Traci?" he asked.
"For..for the spanking," she said.
"And what else?" he pressed.
What else? She searched her mind but it was a quivering mess of goo. And
then she realized: "Thank you for making me a bimbo!"
"You're very welcome, Traci!" he said, stroking her blonde hair. "Indeed,
it's my pleasure."
And he pointed his wand at her again and said, "You've been spanked so
you know what follows: Traci sucks and Traci swallows."
The world sparkled and Traci said, "I've been spanked, I know what
follows: Traci sucks and Traci swallows."
And so of course she took down his pants and took his hard, uncircumcised
cock in her mouth. Did he really need magic for this? She was a bimbo. It
was her nature. It was her purpose. It was her joy.
She bobbed her head with more and more enthusiasm, She vaguely remembered
receiving blowjobs when she had been male and she knew she loved them, so
it really only made sense.
And then he was coming and she was so very proud of herself and so proud
of Harrison's cock and so happy to swallow all the hot, nasty goo that
filled her mouth.
Traci batted her thick lashes and focused her big blue eyes and realized
Harrison had been filming her blowing him.
"Can I...Can I see?" she asked.
Harrison chuckled and patted the couch. She popped up with a giggle and
sat beside him. She cooed and giggled as she watched her first act of
fellatio from his perspective.
"Am I good at it?" she asked hopefully, as a naughty hand diddled at her
clit.
"You're very good at it, Traci," he said, stroking her inner thigh. "You
are a world-class cocksucker."
Traci giggled and squirmed in her seat.
"I'm a world-class cocksucker!" she repeated proudly.
"You asked earlier why I was doing this to you, Coach Tracey," he said.
""I'll explain it to you now if you want."
Traci was confused. She wasn't a coach. She was a world-class cocksucker.
The proof was right there on his phone.
"You were a jerk to me in high school, but this wasn't about vengeance,"
he said. ""Well, maybe a little. But you see, when I learned how to do
these spells, I turned a number of women into my ultimate sexual
fantasies. But after a while, my ultimate sexual fantasies became, well,
boring. Really predictable."
"Uh-huh," she said, more focused on the phone than what the wizard was
saying.
"But then I found a loophole. The ultimate sexual fantasies of OTHER men.
The more crass, the better. You were lost from the word 'bimbo'. Once I
said bimbo, your imagination took over. Those other spells were just to
keep you distracted as you finished yourself off. Really, you resisted
less than most. It's like you really, really wanted your perfect bimbo to
be made real. You've fantasized about the girl you've become a lot,
haven't you Traci?"
"I don't know," she said, then giggled, ""I guess!"
"Ah, you know, I think I'm already being surprised by your choices," he
said. "See, when I make a bimbo, she comes out dumb, but only in
comparison to me. You came out dumb in comparison to a high school gym
teacher. You're dumb as a brick, aren't you Traci."
Traci giggled and nodded, twirling a lock of blonde hair around a finger.
"But I'm pretty," she pointed out, pushing out her chest to emphasize her
big titties. "You think I'm pretty, don't you Harrison?"
"I think you're very pretty, Traci," he agreed. "Not exactly what I would
have chosen, but that was the point."
Traci gasped in a sudden panic.
"Show me that you think I'm pretty," she begged. ""Show me now!"
"And how do I show you that I think you're pretty, Traci?" he asked.
"Fuck me, Harrison!" she begged. "Fuck me if you think I'm pretty! The
prettier you think I am, the harder you'll fuck me!"
The wizard chuckled.
"Oh my! You've gone and made yourself desperate for approval, haven't you
Traci?" he said.
She pouted and her lower lip trembled, awash in confusion and low self-
esteem.
"I just want you to think I'm pretty," she explained in a small voice.
"Well then strip off those silly things and show me what your perfect
bimbo looks like, " he said.
He wanted to see her naked! That was good, right? Traci was pretty sure
that was a good sign. She hoped he thought she was pretty once she was
naked. She giggled in nervous apprehension and peeled off her lingerie.
"Oh my," Harrison said as she wiggled out of her thong. "You are pretty
enough to fuck, aren't you, Traci."
Traci gasped.
"I am?" she asked in anxious hope.
He stood up and grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her
roughly on the mouth. His tongue probed and her pussy gushed. She
shuddered involuntarily.
He broke of the kiss and stared into her vapid blue eyes.
"You are pretty enough to fuck," he reassured her.
And then he was taking his clothes off and telling her to lie on the
carpet. And then she was embracing him with her thighs as he pressed his
hard meat into her weeping cunt. And then she was staring up at him
adoringly as he pumped and pounded her pussy. She made incoherent
babbling noises to show her appreciation for all he had done for her, was
dong for her.
She didn't know who she was or who she had been before. She didn't know
what would happen after or if there was an after. She only had one
thought in her head, but it was the only thought that mattered:
She was pretty enough to fuck.
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