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Laying on my bed, my identity swirled through my head. Who am I? What
am I? If Mike was dead, what would I call myself. How do I explain
this? It was that spiraling thought that kept me in bed for a day. The
depression killed my horniness. I didn't work. I didn't eat. I didn't
move. Motivation is hard to come by when everything around you,
everything that makes you you, crumbles away.
It was this state that led Natasha and Trevor to check on me. Knocking
on my door, Nat poked her head in. "Hey, can we talk?" I didn't
respond. Natasha came and sat on my bed, Trevor standing next to her.
He sighed. "Look man, I overreacted. I'm sorry. I shouldn't of hit
you. What you told me was just so...unexpected that I didn't react
right." I didn't say anything, still in my depressed haze. His apology
didn't matter while I has in this existential crisis. Natasha nodded
in agreement. "And I shouldn't have said those things to you. I just
felt so betrayed in the moment."
Looking at both of them, I sighed. Sitting up, I said "It doesn't
really matter anyway. If I'm not a slut now, I'll probably just become
one." Nat's eyes widened. Trevor said, "Hey! Don't talk like that!
We'll find a way out of this." Shaking my head, I could feel my anger
rising. "You don't get it. There is no 'going back." The is no 'way
out.' We've all seen the physical changes, but don't forget the mental
ones as well! Even if we bring my body back, my mind is gone!"
Natasha looked confused. "What do you mean?" I sighed, grabbing the
grimoire. "Look at the spell. It changes mind and body of the lover.
Mind and body. The minute I had sex with you," I said pointing at her,
"my mind changed, even slightly to your ideal lover. If you wanted a
girl who was more easily turned on, then that's what I become. And
you," pointing at Trevor, "when we had sex, the same thing happened.
And it'll happen whenever I have sex."
Trevor shook his head. "But I didn't want to change anything about
you..."
I laughed, fighting back tears. "Really? You didn't want to change
anything? So my ass and hips just grew because someone else I fucked
(even through there isn't anyone else) wanted me to have them? It
doesn't have to be at the front of your mind for me to change!"
Natasha slowly put the pieces together. "So you are changing to
become..."
I smiled grimly. "Whatever the fuck someone wants."
We all got quiet. There's nothing to really be said at a time like
this. There's no comfort. It just is. Trevor sighed and said, "I'm
sorry man. I just don't know what to tell you." And with that, they
both left. I was alone. Left to depression.
What I didn't hear was the conversation they had on the other side of
the door. Looking at Nat he said, "I feel bad for him--her. But there's
nothing we can do really." Natasha looked at my door. "No there isn't.
Poor Mike."
"But."
"But?"
"She's really good at sex. I mean, really good."
Natasha nodded. "I know! And she'll only get better."
Trevor sighed. "Okay, okay. We've got to help her." Natasha looked at
him. "If she can't resist having sex, someone's got to stop her."
"I was thinking the same thing."
"I mean, if she's already on this path, and it is my fault! I just
feel like we need to do something."
Natasha sighed, hand on her face. "Here's the problem: she's going to
have sex. We can't stop that. The vibrator I got her is only going to
do so much for so long."
Trevor's eyes widened. "You got her a--never mind! So what do we do?"
"You have sex with her."
"No, I can't. Nat, I can't do it."
"Alright, I'll have sex with her."
"There has to be another option!"
Putting her hands on her hips. "Yeah, well, there isn't. Okay? One of
us has got to do this."
Trevor put his hands up. "Then it has to be you. My guilt won't let me
do that to my best friend."
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't start throwing your 'holier-than-
thou shit on me. You had no problem fucking her yesterday, and I know
you'd do it again." She walked away, leaving Trevor and his guilt
standing in front of my door. And for the first time in this whole
mess, Trevor felt what I did: helplessness.
Over the next day, I began to feel like my "normal" self. I stopped
worrying on who I would become, ignorant of Natasha and Trevor's goal.
Everything was ok. I made some more clothes to fit me, not too deeply
concerned about how I looked. Working from home had it's perks.
Everything was fine until I walked out of my apartment to do laundry.
I was wearing a t-shirt, bra and panties: the bare minimum in my
opinion. The bra straps bothered my skin. It was a weird thing to put
on, and took me several tries. Maybe, I'll fuck someone who wants me
to know how to put on a bra, I thought, bringing a smirk to my face.
Walking back up from the laundry room, I recognized the door was
closed. Shit. I reached down to check my pockets, only to remember I
had no shorts. My keys and phone were locked in the apartment, and Nat
and Trevor were at work. What was I going to do?! I began knocking on
my neighbor's doors. Hopefully someone had enough compassion to let
this pants-less girl use their phone! God, I hope a kid doesn't answer
the door.
Three doors in, and finally someone opens their apartment. It's a
skinny dude around my age with brown hair. He looks at me, obviously
recognizing my lack of pants. "Uh, hi?"
I blush. "Hey! I'm really sorry, but I live right down the hall and
got locked out. Can I use your phone to call my roommate?"
"Uh, sure. Come in, I guess!"
I walk inside. "So what's your name?"
"Oh! I'm Steve. Well, Stephen actually. What's your name?"
"Oh!" I froze. I couldn't call myself Mike! "I'm Mich--aela?"
"Nice to meet you Michaela. Let me get my phone." I smiled,
congratulating myself for fast thinking. I stood in his living room.
It was definitely a guy's apartment. Video game controllers, snacks,
movie posters. It looked awesome! I wandered around. "So...do you live
here alone?" Steve called out from his room, "It's me and my brother.
He's a senior in high school. My parent's moved out to the west cost
last year, but wanted him to finish school. So it's just me and him."
I nodded, sitting on the couch. He came back in with his phone,
letting me call Natasha. Unfortunately, she didn't answer.
Sighing in defeat, I got up and said, "Thanks for letting me use your
phone Steve. I guess I'll just wait for one of them to get home!"
Standing up to leave, Steve grabbed my shoulder. "Wait!" I looked at
him in shock. "Wanna wait here? You might as well. I'd feel bad with
you standing in the hallway." He was really nice and courteous. I
nodded. "Thanks! That's really kind of you."
Sitting down on the couch, he asked, "Do you want to watch TV, or a
movie? We have all kinds of streaming stuff." I saw down on the other
side of the couch. "Sure! I'm flexible." We were soon watching a
mindless action film, laughing at the absurdity of the whole thing.
Then I felt the heat begin. It hadn't bothered me at all with this
guy, but now I was getting horny. Ignoring it I dived back into the
movie.
As the film went own, my heat continued to build. I found myself
sitting closer and closer to Steve. It was like I was pulled towards
him by force. Over halfway through, and our shoulders were touching.
The whole time, he didn't move. Then, my head was reasting on his
shoulder. Suddenly, our eyes met, and I knew.
We were about to fuck.
My sex drive skyrocketed as I kissed him. Thinking back on what Nat
said about me making my choices, I knew this is something I wanted.
Getting on top of Steve, he lifted my shirt up as I did the same with
his. He unbucked his jeans, and I my horniness grow with anticipation.
Why was I like this? I quickly banished the thought, more focused on
the task at hand. I never thought I would be so driven for sex, but I
was an animal.
It was quite some time before I was done with him.
Panting he said, "Wow. Didn't expect that." I said, "Yeah, me
neither," blushing because of my dishonesty. Sitting naked on Steve's
couch, I could feel his cum dripping out of me. Looking down, I was
sure I looked like a mess. Then I felt it: the change. Panicking, I
asked, "Hey, can I use your bathroom?"
"Huh? Yeah, down the hall. First door on the right."
I walked as quickly as I could down the hall and tried to close the
door but for some reason, it stayed cracked. I could feel it the heat
building. I needed something to quiet any noise. Looking around, All I
see are the towels on the towel rack. Man, I hope these are clean. I
put them in my mouth, and grabbed on to the counter for dear life.
The waves of pleasure felt so good! It first centered around my hair,
which grew out to the top of my back, and became black. The wave
washed over all of me, but only my face looked different. Did I
look...younger?! I gasped. "Holy shit." I looked like I was 18, 19 if
I was lucky! Oh my good, I was a teenager. My fingers trembled as I
touched my young face. I couldn't believe it. Steve must like younger
women. What if he had been some kind of pedophile? The thought made me
feel sick to my stomach.
That's when I heard it. A very quiet, "What the fuck just happened?"
Looking behind me, I saw a face peeking through the door. Swinging the
door open, I saw who I assumed to be Steve's brother, standing there
with his phone out. Probably to sneak a pic of me, but instead caught
my de-aging on camera, not to mention my black hair. I whispered, "Who
the hell are you? What did you see?" He whispered back, "You were a
blond. But now, your hair is black. How did you do that? Are you some
kind of witch?"
Biting my lip, I replied, "Not a witch. Just a girl who's cursed."
"What does that me--"
knock, knock, knock. "Hey, it's me, Steve. Look, I've gotta run for an
errand, but I left my number on the table. Hit me up sometime?"
Glaring at his brother, I called out, "Yeah Steve! Will do!"
Hearing the front door close, I breathed out a sigh of relief and
turned to this stranger, who was enjoying looking at my body.
Awkwardly covering my breasts and vagina, I said, "And who are you?"
This muscular, all-american looking guy said, "Oh I'm Anthony."
"Well, Tony, peep show's over." Walking out of the bathroom, he
followed me. "Not so fast. What did you mean by cursed?" I put on my
bra and panties (grateful that they still fit). I rolled my eyes.
"Look, it's this stupid thing where when I have sex with someone, I
become hotter to them or something." I really didn't care; I just
needed him to shut up. He scoffed, "Yeah, right."
Putting my huge shirt on, I glared at him. "Look, I came in here with
short, blonde hair. I was in my twenty's. Now I have black hair down
to my shoulders that you saw grow and look like I could be in your
graduating class. And you don't believe me."
"Oh, I believe you. It's just absurd. And Steve will think so too."
Whipping my head around I said, "You cannot tell anyone, especially
Steve."
"Why not? You just told me."
"Yeah! To make you shut up! Didn't seem to work, now did it?"
"Yeah, bad move on your part."
Throwing my hands up, I asked, "Ok! What will make you never bring
this up again?"
"Have sex with me."
"Try again." There is no way I'm going be shaped by an 18-year old,
hormonal boy.
"Blow me?"
Sighing, I said, "Ugh, fine." He sat down on the couch, excited like a
child at Christmas. I absentmindedly pushed my hair back. I didn't
know why, but I knew I needed it out of the way. Getting down on my
knees, I undid his zipper, and pulled out his already erect member.
This looked intimidating from up close, but here I was.
And wasn't too worried.
I was weirdly a pro at this. I never had given a blowjob before, only
receiving my fair share. But now, it was like I had years of
experience. I had no idea how to do this, but either Trevor or Steve
really liked blowjobs. I continued for a while, feeling Anthony push
further and further into my mouth. His eye rolled back in his head as
he said, "I'm gonna cum!" I tried to tell him not to, but my mouth
was, well, full. As he orgasmed, I instinctively swallowed.
I swallowed?!
Afterwards, Anthony said, "Dang! I didn't expect you to swallow!"
Shocked at myself, I replied "Me neither." I was just glad it was
done. It really wasn't that bad...Yeah, I could do that again. Then I
felt it. It came on even faster than before. I moaned in pleasure
grabbing my breasts. All the heat was centered there. Anthony grabbed
his phone. I began to say "No, don't--" when it was drowned by a
lustful moan. Before both of our eyes, my breasts surged forward.
Anthony's mouth dropped open. I felt a faint change on my face, and
just as sudden as it happened, it stopped. Anthony pointed and my
boobs. "Did those just get--"
I rolled my eyes. "Apparently."
"I thought you said we had to have sex..."
"Oral sex is technically sex, even though I didn't think about that
before our little fun." But I don't think this has anything to do with
sex, but someone receiving sexual pleasure, and me giving it. Which
makes more sense for the summoning. I'm pretty much a living sex toy.
I stood up, Sliding my shirt off. My bra was way too small for my
boobs. Anthony took this signal the wrong way. "So now are we gonna
have sex?" I giggled. "No Tony. My bra hurts my boobs. But if you act
nice, I'll let you play with them a little bit."
"O-okay!"
Sliding my bra off, I leaned over him, letting my perfect, milky
breasts hang in his face. I lightly kissed him and asked, "Do you need
an invitation?"
He didn't. Grabbing my boobs in both hands, he kneaded them while
kissing me. Their sensitivity brought me to moan as I straddled his
legs. We continued to kiss, tongue's wrestling with each other as he
fondled my new cleavage.
God, this was fun.
After our little make out session, he asked, "So this is weird, but my
friends are throwing this party at their house. Want to come with?"
I giggled, kissing him again. "As long as you have some clothes I can
wear."
Surprisingly, we were able to find some clothes. I wore a tank top and
skinny jeans from an ex-girlfriend of Anthony's. I was even lucky to
find a small pair of Converse that I could wear. It wasn't super
flattering, but it worked and showed off some cleavage with my new
boobs.
As we walked to the party, Anthony had his hand on my ass, and I was
as close to him as possible. It was weird, but it felt...nice. I was
nervous, but excited! I haven't been a party in years. And I never
went a party looking like this. Biting my lip, I couldn't hid my
nervousness. What was I doing?
We walked up the steps to his friends house. I looked around. Damn,
this place was huge! Girls were outside in bikini tops and shorts,
guys were wearing tanks or shirtless. My mouth kind-of dropped open.
There were so many people. People were making out on the steps and
porch. I could hear the bass from some pop music coming from around
the back. Some girl opened the door, smiling at Anthony. "Hey
Anthony," she looked at me, looking me up and down, "who's your
friend?" She was pretty cute; red hair, high waisted jean shorts
around her curvy hips, showing off her toned legs. Her tight midriff
was highlighted by her cute white crop top. Modest, but definitely
sexy.
I smiled. "I'm Michaela."
"I"m Colleen, come on in."
Before I could look around, Anthony was pulled away by some of his
friends. He said, "I'll find you," and walked off. Even though I
didn't know anyone, I felt totally comfortable, like I was a party
girl or something. And looking around, I had every reason to be
thrilled The party was awesome! There were people outside, some guys
around the grill, a massive pool, people playing video games inside.
This party had everything! Coolers full of beer and booze were all
over the place. Grabbing a can, I cracked open a can as I walked
through, looking for Anthony.. All of a sudden, I heard someone call
out, "Hey girl! In the jeans! Wanna play some beer pong?" Nodding, I
hopped in the game. Several games later, I grabbed some water and took
a break. I was pretty buzzed, and wanted to go and see what else was
happening.
I ran into Colleen outside. She sitting at the edge of the pool, her
long legs in the water. Walking over to her, she laughed. "You were
pretty bad at beer pong." Laughing back. "I just like the drinking
part." She motioned me to sit down.
"So, how do you know Anthony?"
"Oh," I blushed," we're just neighbors."
Colleen raised an eyebrow. "A little close for 'neighbors,' right? You
were all up on him at the door."
Giggling I shrugged. "He's cute. Sue me."
She laughed. "He might do more than that."
I winked. "Might have already done more than that." Colleen gasped,
laughing and handed me another beer saying, "Drink up slut."
Hours flew by before I saw Tony again. Then, I saw him with some guys,
standing in a corner. He was showing them something on his phone, and
then pointed at me.
Even in my drunken state, I knew this was bad. Shit. Why was he doing
this? I already sucked his dick.
Stumbling over, I said, "Ok, whose dicks do I need to suck to keep you
all quiet about this, like Tony was supposed to?" All four guys raised
their hands. I glared at Anthony. "Why the fuck would you do this?"
He shrugged. "Why not? You're hot. And a slut."
I sighed. The logic was sound. I was pretty hot. And definitely a
slut, whether I wanted to be or not. But looking at all of these guys
I knew how sidewards this was about to get. Just thinking about it
made my pussy twitch with anticipation. All of them were extremely
athletic. Looking at the first guy, I saw his hard muscles defined
under his tank top. Lightly dragging my fingers over his abs, I said
"It looks like you're first big guy."
Taking him inside the house, we went to a bedroom on the second floor.
He was already grabbing by breasts before we made it inside. Closing
the door, I took off my top and pushed him on the mattress on the
floor. Kissing him, I slowly made my way down to his erect member.
Unzipping his jeans, I pulled it out, and gasped at the size. He was a
big boy! I could feel my heat grow, my licking my lips in
anticipation. Like some kind of whore.
Once again, I was surprised. This was the second blowjob I had ever
given, but I was handling it like a pro, even better than the first.
And the weirder part is that I liked it! Those mental changes! It's
hard to keep up with them, each mental change feels normal, just as if
I changed my mind, or as if it's how I've always been. But I know
that's not true, because last week I wasn't sucking anyone's dick.
But here I was. And liking it. I needed to figure out exactly what
else changed. But not now. Now I needed to make this boy happy. And it
didn't take much. My talented mouth was soon full, and I instinctively
swallowed. He stood up and said, "I never really believed that video
anyway, but I'm not gonna turn down someone as hot as you." Smiling I
said, "Anytime babe." I went to grab my top when I felt the heat. The
guy stopped at the door, asking, "Are you coming?"
"Mmm, uh, yeah! What's you name?"
"Blake." The heat was building, but I couldn't let him see me change.
"Blake, be a cutie and close the door on your way out. I'll be right
down! I need to freshen up." Shrugging he said, "Sure, whatever," and
closed the door.
I breathed a sigh of relief, falling to my knees as the pleasure
washed over me. Moaning, I grab my boobs, kneading them with my hands.
They surged forward, the valley of cleavage was even deeper. I gasped!
They were so big! And sensitive! I could feel my body thirst for
someone...
The door opens. This shorter, drunk, chubby kid is there. He barely
looks like he belongs at this party. He mumbles, "Oh shit, occupied,"
turning to leave. I cry out, "Wait!" I grabbed his shorts. "I-I need
this." I could barely get his shorts down fast enough. The heat was so
much! I needed his dick so badly! I pushed him on the bed, yanking my
jeans off. I was so horny! I knew the only thing I could do...
Was fuck him.
I couldn't believe how much I needed it. Wanted it. Thirsted for it.
I couldn't believe how good this felt. This is the second fucking I've
had today, I thought. As we both creamed in climax, I fell off of him,
and he fell asleep almost immediately. Laying there, I could feel the
heat again, quietly taking over my legs and hips. My ass surged
forward in growth. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. God, I bet I
looked amazing.
Getting up, I got dressed. My jeans were skin-tight now and my tits
were nearly popping out of my top. I looked at my sleeping fucker one
more time and walked out of the room, my hips swaying seductively.
Going down the stairs, I ran into Anthony. He looked at me, smirking.
"I see you got someone to fuck you up huh?" I smiled, pushing him
against the wall. I kissed him passionately and grabbed his dick
through his jeans. Hard. I whispered in his ear, "If you ever show
anyone else what I can do, I'll make sure you'll never be able to use
this," glancing at his dick, "again." He nodded dumbly, quietly asking
"I can call you right? You're so hot." I shook my head, pouting. "If
only you didn't share that video," and walked away, making my hips
sway for extra measure.
Man, it felt good to be me. I don't know what it was, but I felt
right. This body felt right, it felt tight. I loved these hips, the
way my jeans hugged them and my ass. I loved how my tits bobbed up and
down with each step.
I don't know why, but I finally felt comfortable as a girl.
I went back out to the pool to cool off. Grabbing spare bikini, I got
in the water. While I was having fun with the other girls, but felt
distracted. Sitting on the edge of the pool, I began wonder about
these mental changes again. Let's see. So the first time I had sex was
with Nat. She not only gave me boobs, but made me more upfront about
sex, I think. Then Trevor made me flirty? I guess. Steven made me
younger, casual about sex, and skilled at blowjobs? Maybe Trevor made
me casual about sex. I dunno. It's a lot of moving pieces. But the
Anthony made me like sex? Or just boys. But then those last two boys.
I think Blake made me want sex more? And gave me these tits, looking
down at my cleavage, and made me even more causal about sex? I
adjusted my bikini top to show more cleavage. My eyes widened. That's
it! I'm sexy now! I love being sexy. That's what happened with
Anthony. I could have punched him, but instead I kissed him. I knew it
turned him on. I know what I want right now, and I have what I need to
get it. It only took a few boys to get there, but now, the sky is the
limit.
Seeing Collen walking over, I waved. I wonder what's going to change
next.
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