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Stepping into the crowded bar, Ash couldn't help but feel nostalgic for
times long past. How many times had he and his college buddies frequented
the joint? Dozens? Hundreds? In any case, it was their mutual attachment
to the place that made it the perfect meetup spot for their little
reunion.
Still, it was hard to believe how little had changed about the place so
many years later. As always the place was packed, Ash relieved that Greg
and Ryan had, according to their texts, gotten in a bit early to preempt
the Friday night rush.
A cute waitress walked past Ash, a drink in her hand. The young man
couldn't help but watch her as she strode over to a nearby table and
delivered a fruity drink to a cute, albeit weird looking woman sitting by
herself.
Ash blinked. It wasn't like the woman was unattractive, but something
just felt a bit off about her. Before he realized it he was meeting her
strict gaze, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know she wasn't
pleased with his ogling. Ash did his best to play it off with a smile and
a wink, only to receive a middle finger in response.
Ignoring the rude gesture, Ash looked past the woman to notice his old
friends sitting at a nearby table. With their location confirmed, he
walked past the woman, doing his best to shrug off her rejection. After
all, it wasn't like he couldn't do way better.
By the time he reached his table, the man was smiling. "Well, seems like
the gang's all back together again."
Greg grinned as he looked up at Ash. "Glad you could make it! We were
getting worried you might not show."
"And miss this? No way."
"How've you been, buddy?" Ryan asked. "Sounds like we've all got a lot of
catching up to do."
Ash nodded. "In due time. First, let's get some drinks."
Ash had always been the brightest amongst his family; an impressive feat,
considering he had two older brothers working in the scientific field.
He'd already made it quite far for his age, and with his wild ambitions,
he wasn't planning to slow down anytime soon. He'd already set his eye on
the Kavli Prize, and he intended to be one of the youngest recipients of
it.
Ryan was pleased with how his life was going. He'd achieved a lot over
the years, a point of pride for the young man. He'd studied hard, earned
his degree, and climbed the ladder at work with unparalleled speed. The
avid reader had reached the point where he was ready to start his own law
firm, and so far the stars had lined up perfectly to do just that.
Greg considered himself a fair boss, though he'd always lacked a good
deal of self-awareness; most of his workers feared him as a result of how
strict he could be and his demanding nature. His temper certainly didn't
help matters either.
"Seriously, Kelli should be grateful we employed her. No way in hell a
bimbo like her would have luck finding anything nearly as good anywhere
else. Yet all she does is complain, what a brat."
At the next table over, the woman was seriously regretting her decision
to sit here. These men were sexist pigs, and unless she wanted to leave,
she had no choice but to listen to them.
"Hi there, looks like you're all here. Anything I can get you?" Before
Greg could start ranting about his secretary's demands, a waitress
approached the trio.
Greg took the initiative. "What's the oldest whiskey you have here?"
The young woman blinked. "Umm, the oldest? Sorry, I don't know that. If
you give me a second, I will-"
"Wait a second, princess." Greg smiled at the woman, ignoring the flash
of shock in her eyes. "We've waited long enough for you to show up. No
need to run away just yet."
A table over, the woman started to seethe. Who did this man think he was,
addressing her that way?
The waitress tried her best to remain composed. "I'm sorry, but I really
don't know. I can check with-"
"You work here, don't you?" Greg demanded. "Shouldn't you know, I don't
know, your own menu?"
"Well, yes, but I only recently got hired-"
"But you work here, right?"
Even Ash and Ryan looked slightly uncomfortable as Greg continued
pressing the girl, though neither did anything as they simply watched
their friend continue his interrogation.
The waitress averted her eyes. "H-How about I get you another waitress? I
only work here part time, so-"
Greg was quick to pounce. "That so? Then what do you do in your free
time?"
"That's none of your..." Though doing her best to fend for herself, the
waitress ultimately caved before Greg's intimidation. "Well, I'm earning
money for college."
"College!?" Laughter spilled from Greg's lips. "Sweet cheeks, let me tell
you a little something: being a waitress is not a job for someone
planning to go off to college. All you need for this is a nice pair of
tits, a pretty smile, and the ability to do as you're told. Seriously, if
you can't even handle this much, I don't think you have the brains for
college."
The girl struggled to hold back her welling tears, though she ultimately
succeeded. She certainly didn't want to give Greg the satisfaction of
seeing her cry. "I-I'll get you another waitress." With that she took
off, a few sniffles escaping her only once she was out of earshot.
"Alright, that's the final straw." With her decision made, the woman
nearby decided to take matters into her own hands. This sexist asshole
and his complicit friends were about to learn quite the lesson.
"To our friendship and to living the high life!"
"Cheers!"
Three glasses clinked together before the trio of old friends enjoyed
their drinks. After a shaky start with their initial waitress, the trio
had managed to secure a more experienced one and get their much-needed
liquid refreshment. At last, it was time to kick back and simply enjoy
good company.
Ryan gulped down some of his scotch with a sigh. "Hey, you guys remember
that time we all went camping?"
"Sure do," Greg said. "Ash was a whiny brat, constantly complaining about
the mosquitos. Got even more annoying than all the buzzing."
"A whiny brat, huh?" As the woman nearby plotted how to handle the boy,
she received the exact sort of information she needed to make her move.
She couldn't help but smile as her fingers began to weave through the air
beneath her table.
Ash pouted. "Hey, I didn't-"
"Oh, you definitely did. You wouldn't stop whining about your ultra-
sensitive skin and all of the skincare products you had used." Ryan added
with a laugh.
Nobody noticed Ash start to change, a light tan spreading over his soft
skin that was a fair deal more sensitive than it had been moments prior.
"And then there was the complaining about how heavy your bag was; don't
get me started with that!"
Ash was now rapidly shrinking, his muscle all burning away to be replaced
with a thin layer of fat. The whole while, the pout refused to leave his
face.
Rather than continue harping on Ash, Greg decided to shift subjects.
"Hey, remember Riley from Statistics?"
The woman, no, witch behind them grinned, her fingers subtly swimming
through the air as she adjusted her spell work.
Ryan blinked. "Riley? Umm, no, why?" Try as he did, the young man
couldn't remember who his friend was talking about. Had there been a
Riley?
Greg sighed as he reminisced. "Had a huge crush on her back in the day.
She was, well, a real hot number. Blonde, big tits..."
Greg was so lost in fantasizing about the girl, he never even noticed
that Ryan was changing to better resemble the girl he was describing.
"I'm telling you, she was a sexy little thing. And she sure knew how to
dress the part!"
Ryan's clothes were now shifting, his button-down shirt now a teeny
bopper crop top. His once long, khaki pants, on the other hand, had
shrunk down into a tiny denim skirt. Makeup coated his face as he
continued to shrink, his features softening further and further with each
passing second.
"Did she, umm, sit near us?"
Greg shook his head. "Nah, though that would have been nice." A grin
spread across his lips. "Hey, remember that time we went on a panty
raid?"
Ash smiled dreamily. "At the sorority? Yeah, those chicks were hot!"
"And remember that time when we finally won the college soccer
championship?"
Ryan nodded. "Dude, I still remember that final rush for the last goal.
That shit was epic."
The witch frowned. "Now, why aren't you talking about girls anymore?" She
thought. "Then again, I can probably work with this. All you need is a
nice pair of tits and a pretty smile, right?" With that she continued
casting her spell.
"Yeah, all that practice really paid off," Ash said. "Your front hurdlers
were perfect!"
Greg blinked. "My what?"
Ash rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't tell me you've forgotten all about
your special cheer stunt!"
"Cheer stunt?" Greg's smile vanished. "What are you-"
"We really wiped the floor with the others, didn't we?" Ryan chimed in.
"Still have my medal from when we cheered our way to nationals!"
"Ditto!"
Greg blinked. "Wait...wasn't I on the soccer team?"
Ash laughed. "Oh, you were, until you got those," he said, nodding toward
Greg's chest.
At that, the man's chest began to bulge, though it wasn't muscle that
began to pile up in two mounds: it was fat.
Greg blushed, Ash's words triggering a swarm of memories that washed over
her mind. She'd experienced quite the growth spurt in her freshman year
of high school, and after that things simply hadn't been the same. As
much as she'd wanted to stick with soccer, it simply hadn't been possible
by her junior year; years of running around with her heavy D-cups had
taken quite a toll on her.
Still, it wasn't like she'd gotten off the field entirely; thanks to
hitting things off with the head cheerleader, it hadn't taken her too
long to secure a place on the cheer squad where she enjoyed all sorts of
newfound success.
Greg shook his head. Where the hell had any of that come from?
"I'm a man," he reminded himself. "I don't have boobs-" His lips and eyes
both opened wide in shock as he glanced down at the impressive cleavage
window he now sported, a strand of blonde hair resting just above it.
Yet before he could scream, the witch took action. "Shush, blondie. No
need to worry your silly little head."
A strange tingle danced throughout Greg's body, though it ultimately
ended in his head.
The girl shook her head, causing her impressive bosom to bounce slightly.
What had she been thinking? Of course she had boobs! They were her most
prized possession, and she was anything but shy when it came to
displaying her gift for the whole world to see.
Ever since that wonderful growth spurt, Gracie always dressed to
accentuate them. Even now, her cute little top barely seemed to contain
the mammoth mammaries.
Even as she unconsciously stroked the bottom of her breasts, her ass
swelled while some muscle she'd gained from all her cheerleading took
shape. Her manhood shriveled between her thickening thighs until it was
ultimately swallowed by her new sex.
Gracie blinked. "Wait, something is..."
She loved choosing her clothes based on the amount of cleavage they
showed. And though not as impressive as her chest, she always made sure
to show off her legs too; never in her life would she be caught wearing
anything that ended below her knees. Even in the winter, she had to dress
her best.
After all, all the attention she got for her daring wardrobe was more
than enough to keep her nice and warm.
A seat away, Ash brought his glass down to the table with a sigh. He
failed to notice his beer mug had shifted to a martini glass, his small
hand's impressive nails lightly tapping against the thin stem.
The noise seemed to snap him back to reality, though the sensation of
hair rapidly growing from his scalp certainly didn't hurt. "H-Huh?"
As his manicured fingers moved through the far-too-long strands, panic
gripped the boy. "Wh-What's going on!?" He shrieked in a voice far too
high and girly to be his own.
The witch rose from her seat. Thankfully she'd shifted her spell quickly
enough to avoid any of the other patrons overhearing Ash's little cry.
Still, it was clear it was time for her to directly address the three;
with them fully beneath her powers, there would be no risk of any
additional slip ups like that.
She giggled as she stood before Ash. "What's wrong, sweetie? If you want
to check your makeup, you should just use your compact mirror. It must be
in your purse." She snapped two of her fingers together.
"M-My purse?" With trembling lips, Ash reached down to grab his wallet,
only to gasp as his hand closed around something else. Sure enough, a
small, pink designer purse now rested within his grip. Heart racing, he
rummaged through the purse, digging past condoms and birth control pills
to find his makeup case.
As he looked into the mirror, his eyes widened in terror. He hardly
recognized himself. His jawline was so soft, his nose small, cute, and
slightly upturned. Before his very eyes, his hair continued to grow out,
the strands now reaching past his dainty little shoulders to brush up
against his growing chest.
"W-Wait, what's happening to my tits? Wait, tits?" Greg blinked as he
started to emerge from his haze.
"Calm down, sweetie. That's right, your tits."
Greg was hardly reassured, a sneer forming on his cuter face. "What have
you done to us, you bitch!?"
"What was it you said? Something about just needing a nice pair of tits
and a pretty smile?" The witch tried to mimic Greg, but quickly dropped
it. "Talking about girls as bimbos, as objects? Please. You asked for
this."
"I'll fucking destroy you, stupid cunt!"
"Stupid cunt?" The witch raised an eyebrow before shrugging. "Okay, you
asked for it. I hope you look forward to losing everything you've built,
Gracie."
"Fuck you, bitch! I've built my company with my own two hands! You'll
never take it from me!"
"Built your company? Gracie, darling, you need much more than a year of
community college to do something like that." She made another gesture
with her hands.
Greg's mind felt like it was swimming against a wave of desires and need,
of girlish wants. And he was quickly forgetting how to swim.
Gracie's breasts swelled even larger. She gasped as they became the most
prominent part of her body by a long shot. Her top continued to shrink,
only for her hair to grow longer and lighter.
"F-Fucking bitch...I'll...I'm-"
"You're a fucking bitch, huh, Gracie?"
"What? No!" She looked down at her boobs, a look of confusion starting to
overtake the anger in her eyes. "What have you done to me?"
The witch put a hand beneath the blonde's chin, lifting it slightly to
look the girl right in the eye.
"You were always like this, Gracie."
A strong wave of dizziness washed over her mind.
"Well, like, I don't remember having these." Gracie placed her hands
under her impressive breasts, lifting them slightly.
"What? Gracie, you've had those for years! I know you were always pretty
big, but you made them bigger right after you dropped out of college.
Don't you remember?" She asked, smiling gently as the girl's new reality
set in.
"I...uhh, dropped out? Aren't I, like, smart and stuff?" Already Gracie's
mind betrayed her, the poor girl growing dumber and dumber.
The witch giggled softly before embracing the buxom beauty. "No, silly.
Sure, you tried your best, but you couldn't help but fail each time. You
decided that you should focus on things you were good at, so you got big
fake boobs and decided to find something more suited to your limited
intellect."
"Now you're just a stupid bimbo," she explained slowly so that the dim
girl would understand. "You have a nice desk set up right in front of
your boss's office."
"But...like, wasn't I the-"
"All your diplomas, trophies, and books are going to be replaced with
nail polish and lipstick that you'll reapply every hour, vain magazines
that you can't get enough of, and a purse always packed with condoms.
Aren't you lucky, getting to be a cute little secretary?"
"I'm a...secretary?"
"Yes you are, Gracie. A stupid secretary who answers phone calls, makes
coffee, and of course does everything her boss tells her, for a tiny
bonus on her paycheck, including a little 'extra work' under his desk. In
fact, that's your favorite part of-"
"Shut up!" Ash squealed as he came to. As much as they tried to fight it,
the transformations were doing a good job keeping both him and Ryan
largely incapacitated. Still, he'd received a lucky break just now, the
witch so busy focusing on Gracie he'd been granted a moment of clarity
"What have you done to us? Change us back right now!"
The witch turned to Ash.
"Demanding and whining like a spoiled brat, per usual." She smiled,
turning her attention to him as she began stroking his head. "Poor little
Ashley. Tell me, do you have problems with self-esteem? With knowing your
place in the world?"
"O-Of course n-"
"A proud member of her family, hmm? Always ahead of your older brothers,
hmm? Well, let's do something about that."
"Wh-What are you-"
"Clearly being a smart young professional hasn't made you any less of a
whiny little brat, Ashley, so why don't we just drop the fa?ade
altogether? From now on, you're a big disappointment to your parents."
"H-How-"
"What were your mother's first words when she saw you? Oh yes: 'Finally,
a girl!' She was so happy, having a daughter after raising your older
brothers. She was going to raise you to be a smart, confident woman who
would make her proud. Too bad something went wrong along the way."
"No, that's-"
"You never liked playing with your brothers' toys that taught how to
count and read. Oh no, you couldn't keep away from the Barbies."
"You cried and pouted when your brothers wanted to watch National
Geographic. You always got your way, getting to watch your dumb cartoons
and later, your reality shows."
"You acted like a spoiled brat, making everyone treat you like a little
princess. And even when they had to put up with all of that, your
brothers did their best to protect you as you grew into an attractive
young woman."
"But more and more boys started hitting on their sister. And you weren't
one to resist." The witch sighed with a grin. "People have always
wondered how such a ditzy blonde could come from such an intelligent
family."
All of Ashley's scientific knowledge drained away, her limited intellect
now prioritizing far more important matters. What did she need to know
about science when she needed to focus on makeup, fashion, and boys?
Especially those, rich, popular, sexy boys...
The witch giggled. "Ashley, you may well be single-handled keeping the
makeup industry afloat! You should get a lifetime discount for how much
you buy!"
The girl stared dumbly as her face was caked in expensive makeup.
"Although I doubt you'd notice the difference; you've never been one for
math or, well, even counting."
Ashley felt a piercing headache, just like she had before. She could feel
the shift take place in her head as concepts and years of schooling
dissolved into nothing.
"Hey, are you okay, Ashley? Darling?" Faux concern dripped from the
witch's lips.
The girl shook her head. "Yuppers, I'm totes fine! Just a tiny little
headache," Ashley declared with a vapid smile.
"Now, honey, can you tell me a little about yourself? Your name?
Education? Occupation?"
"Okay? Umm, like, I'm Ashley, and I, umm, almost finished college." The
girl gradually began to perk up. "But then, like, my boyfriend totally
proposed and stuff! He's like, super rich, so I don't even have to worry
about doing hard work!"
The witch smiled. "Ashley, the lovely little trophy wife."
"Like, trophy wife?"
"Yes, but don't worry your pretty little head about it."
"'Kay."
The witch smiled, patting the spoiled brat on the head one last time
before turning to look at Ryan. "Now it's your turn."
"P-Please, don't do this," the blonde pleaded. "I-I'm an important man!
I-I help people! I'm a lawyer!"
"But you keep friends like these." The witch waved at the two dimwitted
girls. "If you lie down with dogs, you'll get fleas as well."
"N-No! Please, don't-"
But the witch was already waving her hands in the air.
"You aren't a lawyer, Riley, and you never were. You're just one of those
girls that came to college because your parents wanted you to get a nice
education."
"N-No..." His eyes dulled as his reality began to shift.
"You never cared for studying, and even more than that, you never cared
for reading. You hate books. They're boring and they don't have pictures;
not like the magazines you so adore."
"Stop, like, everything's all fuzzy!"
"Getting harder to think? Well, that's typical for a girl like you,
Riley."
As she spoke, Ryan's brain struggled to retain his old self. The witch
had infiltrated into his mind, and was now happily seeding it with facts
that would become the girl's new life.
Ryan had once been smart and shy. He'd been a virgin back in college and
had only met his first girlfriend after graduating.
"Interesting," the witch mused. "Not one for sex, hmm? Let's see here."
Before Ryan could react, the witch got to work.
Riley's body was getting hot, her breasts trembling with an insatiable
desire to be touched. Her body felt more sensitive, the girl feeling a
bit lightheaded as she struggled to remain in control. "No this, like,
isn't right." She frowned at the images of hook ups now swarming her
mind.
"Your first time with Brian Reynold." The witch said. She wasn't going to
give Riley a chance to break free of her spell, not when she was so close
to finishing things up. "You loved it. Goodness, you're quite the horny
little thing! Can you think of anything else beyond sex?"
"No. I-I mean, yes!" Riley replied assertively, reflecting on all the
other things she had to spend time thinking about. Work, starting a
firm, boys...sex...
"And it all started in your teenage years. Not sure if you had some sort
of hormone imbalance, but goodness, you really were horny all the time,
weren't you?"
A surge of arousal pulsed through the blonde, Riley's hand intuitively
moving to her breast. She touched her erect nipple, visible through the
tiny top and bra she was wearing. As she made contact with her clothing,
her breast started to swell, doubling in size. She went from a petit A-
cup to a hefty pair of D-cups.
By the time her hair reached the middle of her back, Riley was panting
with need. Oblivious to the massive cleavage window she now sported, she
gazed at some of the boys sitting at the bar with lust.
"Ah." The witch smiled. "You're horny right now, aren't you? Typical you;
you haven't changed much at all since your teen years! Whenever there are
cute boys in the room, you can't concentrate on anything else."
Riley loved cock. She always had, ever since Scott Daniels let her touch
his shaft behind the school. The memories swam through her head: her
first time she'd been alone with a boy she was dating, then sitting in
the math class with that cutie Dylan, sliding her manicured hand down his
pants. She recalled the title she'd earned: "The Blowjob Queen".
She loved the feeling of her lips wrapped around a cock, her tongue
sliding along a nice, meaty shaft-
"Wait...stop...I've never-"
Sensing her hesitation, the witch reached out and grabbed Riley's new
purse and retrieved a tube of pink lip gloss.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, like, I'm pretty sure that I'd never put someone's dick in my-"
If she'd been paying more attention, she would have seen the woman
uncapping the gloss and reaching out for her lips.
As the fresh coat was applied, the woman made sure to plump up Riley's
lips more and make them even more sensitive.
"I'm...sure...I'd...I'd..."
A fresh memory surfaced: she pulled out a cock from her mouth, looking at
the lipstick marks on the sides the same color as she had on now.
Licking her lips, she leaned in and almost shuddered with pleasure at the
feeling of the member between her pillows. Everything felt so right: she
was on her knees, her head leaning over to suck on the boy's glorious
cock.
Before this night, Ryan was almost ready to propose to his girlfriend. He
had been waiting for the start of his own firm. But that was washed away
now as the memories of Ryan's girlfriend were replaced by another one-
night stand. Riley was a cock girl, through and through.
The various techniques of how to blow a man weren't there at first, but
the longer she sucked, the more "memories" came flooding back.
Riley was lost in her memories as she shut her eyes, remembering bouncing
up and down Mike's thick member as her pussy clenched around his
hardness.
She got such pleasure from being fucked, she never wanted to stop.
Her IQ suffered, dropping to a level suited for a party slut, making it
very hard for her to comprehend much beyond makeup and boys.
"Like...oh my gawd..."
The witch looked over the three friends with a satisfied smirk. Her work
was done. They wouldn't forget their previous lives entirely; sometimes,
they'd be able to remember slivers of the men they'd previously been. But
it wasn't like they'd be able to do much with that knowledge, let alone
retain it for long in their airheaded states.
She snapped her fingers as she walked away. After all, she was confident
the girls had plenty of stuff to discuss amongst themselves.
"Huh?" Ashley looked around, a confused look on her face. Not that that
was anything new, even Ashley self-aware enough to know how often she
spaced out.
"Girls, do you want anything else?" Their waitress asked them.
"Like, I could use a coke...or a cock! *giggle*"
Later
Riley moaned in delight as she rode a boy she'd just met. Sure, they were
going at it in the bathroom, but the risk of being caught only made it
that much more exciting for her.
She thought she was about to do something important, but all she could
remember was some hard words about law that she didn't understand
anymore, so her mind helped the magic to erase the little knowledge that
was left. With her new priorities, she didn't need to worry about all
those little details anymore.
Gracie polished her nails, humming some pop song. Her boss would soon be
done with his meeting, and then it would be time to help him relieve some
stress. That was her favorite part of the job.
Ashley ran her hands over herself teasingly. Smiling, she pressed her
fingers against her hips and did a twirl, sticking her butt out and
smiling back at the man nearby.
Her husband lay in bed, watching and very visibly aroused.
"Daddy, I've been, like, such a bad girl!" She cooed, slapping her jiggly
ass with a wink.
"This spoiled brat needs to totes be punished!" She bit her lip, knowing
full well that within moments her husband's hard shaft would be inside of
her.
And she couldn't wait.
The End
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