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The Cassandra Curse Part 1 (Brad) "Would you like to know what it feels like to be inside of me?" she says and smiles. The woman before me is hotter than anything I ever saw outside of a porn movie. She is maybe 5ft 10" but she wears these black heels so probably about 5ft 7". She wears a classy but borderline trashy black dress low cut, thin straps that show off her slender shoulders but more importantly her tits. Her breasts are big but not cartoon big a double d at a guess but on her slim frame and in that dress they look perfect a large heft of cleavage from her plunging neckline. The black fabric of that dress barely encasing those fun bags and the whole package screams sex. "Sure," I say and smile. I am not sure what to say I met her maybe thirty minutes ago and now she is asking me if I want to know what it feels like to be inside her. Is she mad of course I do. She laughs at my reply it is a sort of hearty dirty laugh not a giggle, nothing ditsy about Cassandra. I am hard as hell right now she is just so sexual and feminine and inviting. She puts her drink down. She tosses her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. Her body seems to move in an almost cat like way even in that moment she exudes a pneumatic force as her body all seems connected in a sensual coil like way that even the smallest movement has a knock on effect that is almost too much. "Sure?" she says and her voice drips with a gentle mocking sarcasm but it is also playful she squeezes my hand. "Nooo Brad really. Sure is one of those words like OK, or Nice. Sure is a word people use when they can't decide on another drink. When your friend says Brad hey you want another beer and you reply sure. Then that word will do but no Brad Sure won't do at all." She looks at me and smiles again. I know she is teasing me there is nothing sinister about this and I laugh. "You need to tell me Brad. Tell me you want to know what it feels like to be inside me." She leans forward and speaks with a voice that seems to pour over me like I am bathed in golden sound a noise that penetrates me and makes my dick twitch harder and faster in my pants. Her accent is hard to place, it moves from east to west and north to south my dick is leaking hard. "Surely you are man enough to say out loud what you want because this shy little boy routine won't work. Can we try and do that response again you can talk to me like the big man I can see you are." I feel her hand leave mine and she grabs my cock she giggles and licks her full red lips. My dick leaps in my pants I feel my face redden, I need to man up. I never usually act like this but then I never was speaking to a woman quite like this before. I grab her hand and lean towards her. "Cassandra I want to know what it feels like to be inside you. Nothing would make me or my dick happier," I say. She smiles and laughs. She takes my hand and uncrosses her tanned toned legs. She slides my hand up her thigh and even though there is a bar full of people I let her move my hand up along the smooth warm skin of her thigh and then to the wet hot lips of her cunt. My dick feels strange I feel overwhelmed I stare into her big blue eyes. "Then we have a deal Brad. Do we have a deal?" she says my fingers now wet from the moist fuck hole between the legs of this walking sex goddess. "Yess..." I hiss as she holds my hand at the entrance to her hole. "Say it Brad. Say Cassie I want to know what it feels like to be inside of you we have a deal," she says smiling that bewitching sexy smile. My mouth is dry my dick is harder and more excited than I want as she pushes my hand further up to her needy cunt my fingers now feel her damp wet, warm, fuck lips. I feel the flesh of her pussy lips shift as I probe them with my finger the folds of flesh that I want to fuck. "Cassie....I want to know what it feels like to be inside of you we have a deal," I say my face red my dick throbbing. I felt a strange wave of pleasure rise up inside of me and I cum in my pants. My fingers touching her snatch and I let out a little moan. She turns around on her bar stool and faces back to the bar and my hand is somehow now removed hanging in mid air. I let out a little groan of pleasure as hot white spunk fills my briefs. "You might want to clean up Brad. I think you just had a little accident," she says as picks up her beer and sips on it. "Don't worry honey. I will be waiting and you will find out what it feels like to be inside me," she lets out that dirty laugh again. "Now run along honey. It is all fine no need to be embarrassed. I will get you a fresh beer and we can chat and then fuck because a deal is a deal and we have a deal," she flicks her hair back again smiles right at me and I rush off to the bathroom my cum cooling in my pants my dick still pretty hard. I feel like such a fool. ....... I had seen Cassie a week ago. She was talking to Rob my friend and I just remember that stirring in my dick as I saw her that night as well. She exuded sex in a sensual way the bordered on porn even slutty but she seemed also to have something almost chic about her. That first time I saw her talking to Rob I felt a pang of jealousy which I never ever when Rob was speaking to a chick it was usually the other way round I am pretty sure of that as far as he was concerned. She was wearing a red dress that night low cut revealing but somehow not trashy just like tonight. The way she moved drew attraction from every person in the room there was an effortless slinky movement that she and on one level it screamed fuck me but don't fuck with me. She was stunning to look at but had an aura about that was hard to explain. She was obvious without being obvious nothing felt like it was deliberate or too exaggerated and yet everything about her was those things. She was not just the typical big breasted blonde. I didn't even speak to her that evening. I let her flirt with Rob and gave him the chance to succeed or fail. I had come back from the toilet when I saw her chatting to Rob. I wanted go over and try score with her myself but held back and gave Rob the chance. That old motto of Bros before hos. Anyway I wouldn't do that to a friend and I gave him his chance. I didn't go back to my seat. I went to the other end of the bar and ordered a beer and left the two of them to chat and to let nature take it's course. When she picked up her purse I assumed she was going to the powder room but she left the bar and gave him a little peck on the cheek as she walked off. I watched her leave the bar. I ran over to Rob and asked for all the details who the fuck was that? Did you get her number and crucially why the hell did you let her walk out? Rob seemed flustered in a way I never really knew him to be. It turned out he had met her before a couple of times, they talked and she just happened to be here tonight. He had met her once at lunch time when he was having sushi at a place near his office. Her name was Cassie and much more than that he didn't really know. She was next to him eating sushi the started to chat she gave him her number and said she wanted to meet for a drink. They met up two nights later and then again three days after that and then she just happened to see him tonight. She was here with a friend and she just wanted to say hi. The last time they met apparently Rob had told her about his fianc?e Kaitlyn and they agreed to just be friends. Cassandra had appreciated Rob's honesty but she wasn't going take things any further and so that was that. Rob was never faithful and has never been faithful to Kaitlyn in the 18 months of their relationship. In fact this whole thing didn't ring true to me something didn't add up. I love Rob he is my friend but he would not allow an attack of honesty to get in the way of a hot chick and certainly not one as hot as Cassandra. Rob is my best friend and a pretty good looking guy tall about 6ft, Brown hair long on top brown eyes and fit. We met at college and stayed friends ever since so much so we share an apartment together. He usually has less success with women than me but we work as a team and he gets his fair share of pussy. He did get engaged three months ago to Kaitlyn after 15 months of dating but he has never really been faithful to her. Don't get me wrong I don't really care much for Kaitlyn and she really doesn't like me and I am not sure Rob is that keen on her so as a threesome the atmosphere is toxic. Rob told me that her father who is his boss's boss was part of the real attraction. It didn't take much working out that was the case. She is a plain girl, snobby and boring so when he finally popped the question I was shocked. So this story with Cassie or Cassandra doesn't really add up but I let it go we carry on drinking and chatting and I never mention her again all night. Now while Rob is a good looking guy. I am really good looking. I know modest is not what I do. I am 6ft 3 and broad without being bulky a good swimmers build. I have done some modeling at college but I never really enjoyed it. I am blonde, blue eyed but not in a bland way. I am handsome. I am a bit of a narcissist and sometimes a bit of an asshole but I am just putting this into context because well I did just tell you I came in pants when my fingers touched a woman's pussy so that just isn't normal for me. I am never unfaithful because I don't want to settle down I have a string of encounters and I am fine with that. I really am that awful a good looking prick with a small moral compass and a big dick that is who I am. After that night with Rob I then saw Cassandra or Cassie twice. Once when I was leaving the office I saw her across the street she just seemed to vanish into the crowd of people and then I saw her when I was on a date with Mel from the office. I use the word date loosely I had nailed Mel a couple of times and she had a boyfriend and she knew it was cum and go evening and that suited us both fine but as I was taking Mel back to the flat after a few drinks there she was walking on the sidewalk just as we were heading into the apartment I shared with Rob and a slightly frisky and probably little bit too drunk Mel. She was walking away from our apartment I wondered if maybe there was more to Rob's story than he was letting on but that night I fucked Mel and never raised the subject with him. That was a few days ago and so now it is Friday a few nights later. I had set out on my own Rob was away visiting his Brother for the weekend and I headed out to a local bar for a few drinks and was sipping a beer and then she sat down next to me at the bar. I should have had more questions I should have been more suspicious but I wasn't. I just couldn't believe my luck. I hadn't notice her sit down it was only when I heard her voice. I turned round to see the woman who spoke a voice like music and sex and my eyes nearly shot out of her head. It was her Cassandra was sat next to me ordering a beer she looked at me. "Make that two I will get a beer for my friend," she said as smiled at me the winked. "Thanks I don't normally...." I started to say but she put her hand on mine. "Listen handsome you can get the next round unless of course you got somewhere else to go." Her hand was on mine putting it back down to the bar. "Thanks," I stammered. This woman was she even real. Cassie was a living breathing wet dream she had a strange presence she was a mixture of old Hollywood, 80's TV, right up to Only Fans. She was real but unreal she was clever but spoke in a voice that was like warm syrup and she started to flirt with me. I felt this strange ethereal, sensual sexual creature draw me in. We chatted and sipped one beer. She flirted so badly and now was suggesting sex and now this I had just touched her pussy and the experience was so intense I came in my pants. I make my excuses and head to the bathroom. I am wearing dark jeans and the damage is limited sure there is a small wet spot as I stand in the stall cleaning my spooge and trying to pull myself together. I leave the stall and splash water on my face. "Get a grip Brad. Get a fucking Grip," I say to myself. I am embarrassed but praying she will still be there and as I leave the bathroom. I feel a sense of relief she is still there smiling and getting rid of a couple of guys as I walk back to sit with her. She smiles and I apologize and she laughs and says. "Honey don't sweat it. That happens to me all the time," she says and lets out a laugh that can only be described as dirty. "Anyway Brad listen relax it is cool the night is still early lets share a few more beers and then go back to mine and fuck each others brains quite literally and forget out but little mishap. That's the deal remember," she says and smiles at me and I am rock hard again. ............. We got a cab to her place it was a bit further away than mine but she said she would be more comfortable at hers. She said I could leave when I was ready to go, she didn't like the feeling of trying to judge the overnight situation after sex. She I stay or should I go. Is breakfast an option she would put that on me. She was very matter of fact about sex and not really like any woman I ever met. I feel giddy and excited. I spent the evening telling her everything about myself no lies just a real sense of trust that I could tell her anything and everything. I had never been in love but at this moment this felt almost like love to me and I was just bowled over by how much I wanted to fuck her but also just spend time with her. We walked into her apartment and I moved into kiss her and she let me. It was fantastic we had probably spent the last three hours or so chatting and flirting and now I sunk my tongue into those perfectly formed lips but she pushed me off before things escalated. "Not so fast tiger. Bathroom is up there on the left. I will get us a beer you should clean your dick properly before I suck it. I am pretty sure you didn't wash it in the basin at the bar and just wiped it with a little tissue," The words were coarse but matter of fact. She was right I cleaned my dick with a bit of tissue and now I knew she was going to suck me off. Who was this woman? "You know Cassie you have a way with words." I kiss her on the cheek and go to the toilet. I do need to pee but this could take a while I am rock hard. When I wash my dick. I return and she is holding two beers. She has changed into what looks like a man's dress shirt and nothing else. There are probably only three buttons done up and as she moves her big tits bounce around freely in the shirt. "Strip. For me Brad and you can have this beer and I will suck your dick." She has been matter of fact about sex all night nothing coy and I slowly undress and then pull off my briefs and stand naked. She looks at me. "Fuck Brad. I had a feeling you were a big boy but that is impressive. Great dick," she says and does that sexy dirty laugh. "Well sit down there on the sofa spread those legs and let me get started she says as she hands me my beer. I take the bottle out of her hand and laugh and sit down. I feel a sense of pride from her comments. I know I am pretty big but her reaction was one of the best I ever had. If anything I feel harder than before and now I am just worried I might blow again too soon. I sit down and she kneels in front of me. She takes a swig of her beer and then puts the bottle down beside her. She lets out a little burp and says, "Beer and Blow jobs two of my favourite things." She inspects my balls. Then my dick which is rock hard. Nice she says. She laps my balls with her tongue and then the shaft of my dick. "You are uncut I was not expecting that," she says. As she begins to tongue the length of my dick. "Sorry my mother is French she wouldn't let my father get me or my brother cut. I should just get it done lots of chicks hate it?" I say. "Don't worry Brad. Won't be a problem for you much longer," she says and then engulfs my dick in her mouth her hands cupping my balls as she starts to take in the full length of my 7.5 inch rock hard cock. I let out a moan as I feel pleasure build in my balls. Her oral skills are fantastic and I can't believe how good she is at sucking my cock. I also can't believe how I didn't cum. I feel like I have been edged to within an inch of my life when she finally takes her head out of my crotch and tosses her head back and takes a sip of her beer. "Fuck that was amazing," I say. "It's a gift Brad. It's a gift," she says and grabs my hand. "Come on lover boy. I need to take that big cock off you. Fuck Brad I am so looking forward to riding that thing and having it," she let's out that laugh and leads me to the bedroom. She turns on the lights and takes off her shirt and stands naked for a while. She stands for a few moments long enough to take in her full beauty. She is stunning. Her slim legs and wide hips. A narrow waist a shaven pussy. The lips are a bit rough and read and she has a big clit poking out of the slit. Not the neatest cunt I ever saw but very inviting. She scrambles on to her bed. She kneels and presents the fat lips of her swollen pussy to me right below her ass hole. "Fuck me doggy style Brad. Turn out my pussy and fuck me hard," she laughs. I get up behind her and hope I can hold out long enough to make this worthwhile. I know I have never been this turned on or this hard and as I crawl up behind her and aim my rock hard dick up against the lips of her wet sex she looks over her shoulder at me and I see she has positioned herself in front of her bedroom mirror. "Fuck me Brad and I will watch you fucking me," she says and I plunge my dick into her pussy. She lets out a low moan as I sink nuts deep into her hole and start to fuck her. I fuck her hard and fast and I watch her watching the two of us on her bed fuck. I love the way her big tits are swaying beneath like two big fat udders. I love how she pants and moans and gets more and more vocal. She talks dirty and it is driving me insane. I thrust in and out. I vary the pace and speed as sweat pours off my forehead. I lose track of time. I keep pounding toward the release, the release that won't cum. I can't seem to get beyond that point and with each thrust and pound and new angle I get more and more frustrated, the need almost unbearable. I reached the tipping point some time ago and I still haven't tipped and I never felt this good or confused. "Fuck Brad your cock feels so good. Oh yes Brad." "That tight cunt on my cock I am in heaven," I say back to her but right now I am also getting close to some sort of personal hell. One more thrust one more push. So close and nothing but more and more frustration. "Do you like giving me your cock Brad?" she moans. "Nggh. Yeah take my cock," I groan. "Tell me Brad. Tell me how much you like giving me your cock," she screams. "Fuck. Nghh. I love giving you my cock," I groan as I pound her hole. "Oh Fuck yes," she moans. She cums but I don't I think she came a few times already but this time she tells me. "Fuck I am cumming hard she screams.." I have now rolled her over on to her back and pounded her and fucked her and she screams as she cums over and over. Each one of her orgasms met with a shrill passionate cry a quiver in her cunt and a shake of her body. Her pussy creaming on my dick as she shakes with orgasmic pleasure I can't find any release and yet I carry on I need it so bad. "Oh Brad I love giving you my pussy. Tell me how much you love taking my pussy," she moans as I look down on her in the endless growing hell of that need to just cum. The need for release is like nothing I knew before. "God yes. I love taking your pussy," I says as Pound into it. I am exhausted. My dick swollen to its full length for who knows how long. Plugging and pounding searching for a never ending release closer and closer and still no release the pleasure borderline painful but I need to cum. I collapse on top her deep in her. Panting out of breath covered in sweat. "Let me ride you for a while Brad," she pants. "Trust me It will be worth it." I slide out of her roll over on to my back and she gets up on top of me and lines my dick up against the rugged slit of her cunt. She slams herself down onto my shaft. I let out a groan the mushroom head and full length of my shaft throbbing with pleasure and need I have never known I need to cum. My whole dick is on fire with pleasure and an aching for release so close so painfully close she begins to ride me. "Squeeze my tits. Brad," she says. I reach up and cup her huge breasts with my hands they feel amazing the huge balls of flesh that flop around as she works up and down and back on forth on my aching dick. "Do you like my tits," she moans as she picks up the pace and my dick aches more and more. I can barely speak. "I love your tits," I gasp. "Do you want my tits?" she says. "Fuck yes," I moan. "Squeeze them Brad. Play with them. Brad," she smiles and moans. "Oh God I need to cum," I scream in sheer frustration. She looks down at me. "I know my lover. Nearly. I will let you. Just let me get close one last time. Then I will let you." "Fuck. Ngghhh," I moan. The pain and pleasure I never want to end and yet all I want is that release I can't focus on anything other than my dick my swollen dick each movement she makes creates a sensation and wave of pleasure like nothing I knew. "Please let me cum. Please," I cry almost sobbing as I squeeze her tits. "Please." I somehow know she has the power. "Tell me Brad. Are you ready to seal our deal?" she rides me harder and faster and harder and faster. "God yes. Please just let me cum," I moan my dick, my brain, my very soul can't take it any more. "Say it Brad. Cassie I want to seal the deal. Say it Brad and you will get the release you need from that body of yours," she rides me hard and fast. I struggle to focus. "Cassie I want to seal the deal," I say. "OH FUCK!! Yess!!!" she moans as her pussy grips hard on my dick. ............ Cassie's cunt grips my cock harder and harder and harder I feel my cock being gripped like a vice and then almost more than that. I feel my dick squeezed. I feel a white hot heat of intense prickling pleasure from my cock head buried deep inside of her and it spreads down the shaft of my cock. The need for release passes with each second I haven't cum but this is a strange release as the electric pulses of my cock and her cunt squeezing my cock pass deep into my nuts as they throb and pulse and it is like I can still feel my dick inside of her but it feels like pins and needles of sheer pleasure like we are connected. The walls her pussy squeezing my cock and now my balls and my hips and legs creating a sort of strange alien orgasmic bliss. I feel calm and euphoric as the white heat from my cock washes up into my belly my chest, my head, my toe nails. Every living part of me alive and bathed in a silky electric prickly heat of pulsating pleasure all coming from my cock and I feel it wash into my brain and along my tongue and my eyelashes and suddenly I am connected to Cassie. We are suspended in that moment I feel my cock inside her but somehow we are merged together our crotches joined. Her pussy gripping me ferociously hard but the pleasure is beyond measure. I feel like I am melting into her. My dick welded into her cunt. Her head falls forward but my mind is slow almost bright alive like some crazy drug has turned on neon lighting in my head and the world has slowed down to a pace that I can't comprehend and I am lost in sheer bliss. Her blonde hair tumbles forward and I realize I can't hear anything. I can just feel and see almost like the deafening noise of a bomb blast. I feel my toes curl and my back arch but all in slow motion and I feel Cassie grinding herself against me pushing up against my groin. She smiles but it takes so long and then she grinds again and my body is racked with a never ending bliss I thrust up to meet her grind our hips joined I can't feel where her pussy begins and my dick starts it is like we are literally attached to each other as the world slowly starts to speed up we grind against each other and then she leans forward and kisses me and it seems to take forever. My mouth feels like a million pieces of popping candy are going off as she kisses me and we grind and grind. Our hips and sexual organs melded together fused into one. Then I hear something a moan and I thrust up and I realize I am not deaf and I feel a strange darting pleasure between my legs. We grind and suddenly the connection has gone. My dick is released our hips move separately and then a strange darting, slight poking sensation between my legs. It is steady and as we grind our now disconnected bodies together still slow an intense pleasure fills me and I thrust up into her. I am fucking her again only it feels strange and with each thrust it feels better only my body is sluggish. The heat of the prickly electric pleasure that is still flowing around me but ebbing away. I hear another groan and I look into her face and it is not her it is me. I feel the stabbing pick up pace. Is she fucking my ass. It feels good so good. I feel my legs part I want this stabbing, I thrust up and each time a little deeper and as the pace of the world around me speeds up to a normal pace I realize I am moaning and thrusting faster and faster. What feels like was maybe an inch poking into me grows and with each stab and poke of me it gets faster and deeper and I want it my legs spread to let this invasion happen. I never stuck anything up my ass but I think this is what it must feel like and I toss my head back. I can't seem to focus on anything and I hear everything and now the world is almost back to normal except for this new focus right between my legs and It is deeper than ever and I look up into Cassie's eyes and she grunts. She is thrusting and with each thrust it is deeper and deeper and I feel it stretching me and filling me and plugging whatever trick this is should worry me but I want it. I thrust my hips up to meet the stabbing I want it faster and deeper. Then the stabbing thrusts become slow gliding thrusts of something thick and fat sliding in and out of me. I wrap my legs behind her and use them to pull her deeper into me. "OH fuck yes," I moan. "Yeah Brad you like that. You like that cock in your pussy," she says. "Oh fuck yes. Fuck," I moan. I feel a warm glow rising in the pit of my belly a glow that gets warmer and warmer with each thrust and then it bubbles over and I moan and feel my whole body quake. This is nothing like as intense or crazy as the last blast of heat that had happened just now but it feels amazing. I feel my ass walls close in on whatever she is thrusting into me and I have just had what feels almost like an orgasm a release and I pant and moan, sweaty and impaled and in heaven as I shudder. I feel whatever Cassie had inside of me slide out. She rolls off me and lays there panting. I am soaked in sweat and confused and I never had sex so disturbing, painful and pleasurable. I finally feel myself almost me again back to normal and not sure if I will ever be normal again. I get my breath and look over at this sex witch who took me to heaven and hell and beyond and I roll on to my side. "Fuck Cassie that was..." I pant my mouth dry. I look at her. Her long blonde hair her pouty lips, her huge breasts she is out of breath as well. She rolls on to her side to face me. "That was only round one. I need a beer and a piss," she says and as she stands up to get off the bed. I see it is three in the morning we have been fucking for hours. As she walks away naked she turns around and says. "Do you want a beer?" she smiles at me I look at her and something is off. It takes me a few seconds to realize that Cassie is not quite the woman I was fucking earlier between her legs. I look and look again. It can't be. "I will get you one any way you are going to need it," she says as she spins around her tits bouncing as she does and her dick and balls swinging with her. I try to breathe. I am hit by a wave of panic my world is suddenly imploding. I sit up and as I do I hear a squelching noise from between my legs and wet warm liquid flows out of me. My heart pounds and I look down and there it is. Or rather there it isn't. I put my hand down to the empty space "noo." "noo" "noo" I say as my fingers fumble around the wet lips of my pussy. "NOOOOO!" I scream. Cassandra Curse Part 2. (Alan) I was Cassandra Satirise For 12 months and 23 days. Now it is Brad who will carry the curse. He just doesn't realize it yet. I carried her past incarnations with me her memories her centuries of pain of change of hurt and of sex. I hated the curse for so many reasons. It robbed me of my wife, family and friends it robbed me of a future I thought I was working towards. It robbed me of so much but most of all it robbed me of my manhood. Over the course of an evening I was plunged into a feminine body, a needy overly sexualized version of what a woman was. Cassandra was all my jerk off fantasies made flesh only now I was her. I took on her form and now I must pass on the curse. That sense of dread and panic as I realized I was this walking talking sex toy that I lusted over and fucked. I was now in the body of something I viewed as had thought of in an overly sexualised way and fetishized and now I was her. I had her fleshy mounds handing from my chest. The chunks of huge sensitive flesh the had once sent my dick into overdrive now hung from my chest large pendulous tits that screamed sex and now I carried them on me, I hated them. I hated how heavy they were. How sensitive they were. How big they were. I hated how men talked to them. I hated how they made me feel when I squeezed them and more so when men squeezed them. I hated how I loved fucking dicks with them and getting cum coated on them. Something I loved so much to look at were now on me and caused me such pleasure and distress. My inflated ass, the jiggling flesh of an ass that looked fantastic as it moved now was my ass not the toned taught peachy ass I had as a man. Now I had an ass hips and a pinched waist that accentuated my femininity. An ass that I wanted to fuck hoped to fuck sink my dick into the tight hole. That ass and that tight hole that was Cassie's ass was now mine and I have been fucked in it several times and loved it and hated it with equal measure. I still recall the loathing I had as I grasped at my own new body the body of Cassandra as I watched some stranger walk away with my life. My old manly, body departing leaving me in the body of someone I wanted to fuck but not be. I watched as Alan Steven's the man I was walked away. Alan Steven's who I had been for 40 years with tall lean muscular, the product of hours spent keeping that body toned walked away. I watched everything I knew walk away and leave me in this body that wobbled and jiggled not with fat but with the sexual curves of a woman and I was that woman. Would he fuck my wife like he just fucked me. Would he surprise her with a vigour I had not had with her in months. Would she cum like I just did screaming for the cock of a man she knew for 20 years and had only just met. I had to put that thought out of my head because as angry and sad as it made me it made Cassandra hot and jealous. Now it is my turn to pass on the curse and I feel for poor Brad. I watched as a stranger stood in that hotel room and he pulled on my old brief and encased my old dick in his underwear. He took my penis I never saw it again a thing that I had stroked and held and fucked with for years. Someone else had that now it never looked so good or horrific because. So horrific because I was left with a pussy and so horrific because the sight of that dick my old dick had me melting vag butter between my new legs. My freshly fucked cunt wanted my cock but not to fuck with or jerk off but inside me filling the gaping, empty, greedy wet cunt that was now between my legs. I was filled with new horrifying needs. Now as I stand in front of Brad as he paws at his pussy with his own dicks cum leaking out of his hole he is only just beginning the ordeal that the curse has in store for him. His toned muscled body knows the pleasure of being fucked as a woman. He came as a woman but he is still in his old male body and he still holds out hope that this nightmare will end. That this is not over but it is already too late for poor Brad. As I hand him his beer he stares at me tears flow down his cheeks. He screams to me to give him back his dick. I try to calm him down but he has no idea of what is in store for him. I feel the flesh tube between my legs rise. I feel the fat long uncut cock stiffen as I stand before him. It feels so good to have a dick back. It feels satisfying to me. I came to enjoy some of my life as Cassandra but I never got over the fact that she was not real. She was a punishment as I look at him my nipples become erect. I feel the skin of his cock pull back over the head. Nice I like having a foreskin. I never had one when I was a man. I see him look and I see him stop crying. He looks up at me with pleading eyes. I know exactly how he is feeling. I know exactly what he wants. "Oh God no," he moans. "Drink your beer Brad," I say coldly. He sips on his beer and wipes away some of his tears and never once takes his eyes of the stiff cock that used to be his. His free hand stops removing his tears and covers his cunt. His finger slowly traces the line of his newly minted pussy. He doesn't even know he is doing it. He doesn't realize what he will do tonight or what he will do as Cassandra and what he will do to pass on the curse to regain his masculinity. But I am getting ahead of things. I first saw Rob and Brad in a bar. I overheard Rob bragging to Brad about how he banged some chick behind his fianc?e back. I heard them laughing it was all such a joke to them and I knew then on my one year anniversary of the living hell of being Cassandra. It was Rob who was setting off my Cassie alarm bell. It only took a few chats with him to realize it was Brad I needed to pass the curse on to. I used to be Alan Stevens I was the "A" in BAP.COM. I was a 40 year old billionaire you won't have heard of BAP.COM it was erased from time by my Cassandra. She lasted as Alan Steven for two weeks then failed the terms of the deal and curse caught up with her. She is now pole dancer in a rather sleazy bar in Las Vegas. My life as Alan erased from time and space because although she passed on the curse to me. She chose a life that she couldn't live and the curse dealt a final judgement. She isn't even a very good pole dancer either. The curse is cruel. I met my Cassandra in a bar. She was sexy and fun without being dim. She was slutty but classy and I hired her. Do you want to come and work for BAP I said. We sealed the deal. And on the day I hired her we went out to celebrate and we "Sealed our deal," I fucked away my masculinity she fucked my dick away and then my life gone. I literally fucked everything away to become the next Cassandra. I remember that night so clearly so vividly. I still thought there was hope for me when I saw her with a dick and I had a cunt between my legs. I thought there was a way back. But the curse is cruel and vindictive as poor Brad is about to find out. It was never going to be Brad. I set my sights on Rob. I knew that whoever I passed the curse on to I had to choose wisely. Too many of the Cassandra's pick the wrong man to pass the curse on to. Only 5 have finally passed the final test of the curse. I met 2 of them. Pass on the curse to find a life you want and stick to the rules seemed to be their best advice. Rob seemed to have what I wanted youth and looks a steady life with a woman he sort of loved. Sure he was a player but I could keep my dick in my pants long enough. Brad looked like a player but it didn't take me long to get Rob to tell me about his fianc?e and the more he talked about Brad the more I like the sound of him. He was a prick but not unfaithful. He seemed to have a sensible relationships with women he was a serial monogamist and out of all his conquests of which there were many they all spoke highly of him as a sexual partner. Polite, funny good in bed and always honest. Of course the real reason I didn't go for Rob in the end was because he was a closet case. I knew nothing about the curse and life as a gay man to really understand the rules. It was too much of a risk. Seems such a shame. Most of the Cassandra's before me picked the wrong man. I waited longer than most. One year. I did my research on Brad and he was perfect. Good family, sexy and young. He was my choice. I could happily live out my life as Brad. I could steal his life and pass on the curse to him. The Curse brings with it a wealth of knowledge years of memories and experience but most guys pass on the curse quickly they can't stand being a woman they never learn from it. My Cassandra had been her for 8 weeks. He was an ex con and saw my life, my money and my wife as his way out of the curse. He lasted two weeks as me before the curse caught up with him again and gave out the final judgement. I hope when I get to be Brad I can last longer. I hope I have picked wisely I have to live as Brad for 30 days and not hurt a woman. I mustn't cheat on a woman, hit a woman, I must have learned the value of being a woman to re take my place as a man. That seemed to be how it worked. In the past year I had slept with many men Cassandra will do that to you. She has a high sex drive and a lot of unwanted attention but a lot of it is wanted. But unless you seal with deal with Cassandra you are safe. Well from becoming Cassandra at least the curse can dish out punishments and I have dished out several in the past year. However, when my Cassandra tried to embezzle my wife and the business and make off with my money he thought he was safe but Alan Stevens the "A" in BAP disappeared from any time line and my life my old life vanished with him. The only upside was that my wife Zara was happy in her new timeline and I was able to move on. I had not been faithful to her for years. I had denied her the children she craved and had not been much of a husband. No when the curse unwound around my old life Zara became the "Z" in ZAP.COM. My ex wife Zara became a very rich woman with a man who loved her and has 3 children. Of course If she became the "Z" Zap.com what became of the "B" A story for another day? ............ (Brad) I am stunned as I listen to him talk about his life and this crazy curse and I can't take my eyes of that dick. My dick. It is rock hard and looks so strange on that body. That body I wanted so badly that body I fucked and craved now has my dick and balls between her legs. She is calm and I can't believe it because I feel the heat in between my legs. I want to run away but I can't I am held here by a force. I feel a a yearning that I can't explain and I can't understand. He used to be a man then he was a woman and I wish she would shut up and give me back my dick. The anger flares up but fades so quickly and I can't understand I should just make her undo this. I feel like the moment I made that deal I was under this spell and I can't stop this train wreck of a night. I look again that long fat dick looks so good. I feel the pussy between my legs it feels empty, wet and has a small sensitive lump that pulses and twitches like a tiny dick and I feel warm wet fluid leak out of me and I try ignore that. I cry and he just gives me beer and tells me about Wap or Map or some shit and I wonder what it will feel like to fuck my own dick again. Will that break the curse. I stop myself because I know what it will feel like, it will feel wonderful. I start to sob like a girl. Fuck I had a pussy for less than thirty minutes I am sobbing like a girl. It isn't just what has happened or what I am thinking but because on top of everything else I need to piss. I look at her or is it him. Alan or Cassandra and he smiles. Come on she grabs my hand. I stand up and I am hit immediately by the empty space between my legs. The familiar heft of my dick and balls gone. As I walk I feel off like my very centre of gravity has changed as I walk to the to the bathroom. I stand and stare at the toilet and Cassandra turns on the water in the shower. "I will bring you some fresh towels you should take a shower and when you are done we can talk some more and remember wipe yourself front to back." I stand before the toilet. "You are going to have to sit down honey," she says and walks off. I sit down on the toilet and wait. I feel funny I am not sure what to do when all of a sudden piss starts spraying out fast and hard brushing against the lips of my pussy. I am horrified and I want it to stop it has taken me by surprise at how strange it is and I can't stop. It is just like I am not sure how it started or how to stop. I look down worried it is spraying forward but it isn't but I can see that I have no dick and I am pissing like a chick. "Oh God," I moan. Cassie or Alan or whoever the hell she is puts some towels down and and checks the water of the shower. "Get out," I yell. "Oh Get over yourself you ain't got anything I haven't seen for the last year," she says as she walks off and leaves me to push out the last few sporadic sprays. I am not sure if I am finished I wait squatting longer than I want and then wipe myself dry. I notice dried flaky pieces of dried cum on the hairs around my pussy lips and along the hairs on the top of my left thigh. Is that my cum or hers I wonder and feel worse than ever. I shower and cry and sob as I clean myself my cunt is empty and hot and needy. I keep thinking about the sex I just had and how good it was and how I need to have that cock back in me again it is powerful and horrifying just how horny I am. There has to be a way to stop this to get my dick back. I need to listen and reason with Cassie I need to stop this witch. I need my life back. I need my dick back I need this night to end. But even as I think this I have slid a finger down the swollen lips of my engorged pussy and slid a finger over my clit and rubbed it gently. My clit fuck no I have a clit and I am rubbing it. I think to myself but even as I do I rub it more and fuck it feels so nice. I stop the shower and she is stood with a robe and she is wearing one as well. The anger flares. "How long were you stood there," I yell but it ebbs away almost like I am under the spell of this beautiful woman. "long enough honey. Dry yourself off. I will be in the living room come and join me," she says and walks off. I dry myself and then notice the bathroom mirror. I know I shouldn't but I can't help but look at myself. My face a little light stubble, my blonde hair, blue eyes, strong chin and muscular body. Nice set of abs and a treasure trail leading down to a cunt. I feel the sting of a tear well up and I grab the robe put it on and walk to her living area. The absence of my dick and balls is something I feel with every stride. She is in her kitchen. "Sit down honey," she says. I sit down in an arm chair in the living space next to the kitchen. I notice I have my legs spread. I feel sort of exposed without underwear but it isn't that it is my cunt that make me feel exposed and cross my legs something I never done before for comfort reasons but it feels sort of right. She hands me a glass. "Whisky?" I ask. "Yep Drink it." She stands next to me and hands me a crystal glass tumbler I take a sip and shudder and then feel the mustard like heat and warmth. "Not like that down it. There is more," she says. "Don't be a pussy," she says and does that dirty laugh. "Sorry Honey. Sorry." "That wasn't funny," I say in a pouty voice. I swig the contents of the glass it goes down well smooth less burning I feel flushing in my cheeks. She takes the glass of me and pours another. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" I say. "Yeah so I can take advantage of you. You ever done that with a chick Brad?" she says. "No," I say. "Never I never needed to get a chick drunk. As well you know," I say back to her. She laughs and sits down in another arm chair about 6ft from the one I am in. She is directly opposite me. She crosses those long slender legs. "Fuck," she says and does a bizarre Sharon Stone as she uncrosses her legs and plants them apart and I get a full on view of her balls and dick "This is going to be weird. I forgot how uncomfortable it is to sit down with a dick and balls. Especially a dick this big. Still I don't need to tell you that do I Brad," she says. I look at her. "Can you cover up please?" I say meekly. I watch as she scratches her balls. "Ok," she says. I look at her. Fuck now she has a dick she has turned into a bit of a cunt. I think to myself. I sip on the whisky and she pulls the robe closed. "So what do you want to know? Brad? You must have a million questions?" she says. I look over at her. The long hair, the blue eyes, the big tits, the nice big ass on that tiny waist those big lips that face and I realize none of that interests me I can't stop thinking about her big fat cock. That juicy fat cock and the sex I just had how good it made me feel how much I needed it. I sip my drink my pussy leaks, my face feels flush and I uncross my legs as I feel a trickle of juice leak out of my aching empty hole. I don't know what to say. ..... (Alan) I see his cunt he has uncrossed his legs and I see how ready it is. That clit poking out of the flaps ready and waiting. He can't speak, he can't even think I know he can't. I feel my dick get hard fuck it only just went soft and I am getting hard. I look at his body. His tall handsome, young, strong body and it will all be mine. I won't take it, he will give it and he doesn't even know it yet but he suspects he knows how much he wants to suck my cock and ride my cock. He wants his old cock more than anything. I know how he feels I sense it and my dick rises knowing what I am about to get back. My masculinity or rather his masculinity. He will never feel quite like this again but he will feel strange needs and desires he won't be able to escape the curse. When Jon left me alone and took up my old life I was left alone as Cassandra. I cried, I cursed, I wept. Then I played with myself then I bought a dildo and a vibrator. I had inherited a series of lifetimes of memories. The Cassandra over the years never really needed much. We had ID and money we wanted for nothing except one thing male company. I explored the old memories it was like it was all there a hundred lives hidden inside my head. The men who had lived with the curse and passed it on to the next, then the next. It was over whelming my lifetime mixed with everything they had known and their experience in this body. So much experience, joy, pleasure pain. Everything I needed to know about this woman. A woman who was a series of men. Never ageing, never getting sick and on four occasions getting pregnant. I was only a few days into being Cassandra when I had my first period. The horror of that moment the reality of my femininity hit me harder than any other part of my change into woman hood. It was almost like I was living a dream like it wasn't real. I was lost in a thousand thoughts with millions of memories and hundreds of voices but that is when I started my journey. It was only then that I began to really explore my body. To hate it and love it. I loved how sensual I was how sensitive I was. I had loved the sex even if it was with myself in a way. I also hated how much I loved it. I hated the make up, the clothes the femininity. Wearing panties and bras. Picking out matching outfits. Getting my nails polished this was high maintenance and I never got used to any of that. I hated how much effort it was how stupid I felt but most of all I hated how great I looked when I was made up. I never lost the over riding need that I could get my masculinity back that drove everything in my life. That hope that sometime I could pass this on to some other poor soul and then it hit me all those men most of them were so driven to get their masculinity back they never really paused to appreciate the experience. The first weeks I spent bracing myself for finding a man fucking him and passing on the curse it didn't matter who but when I saw what happened to Jon and how he lost himself to the curse for a final time and rewrote my old life out of existence it scared me. I would take my time find the right man and I life I could live. I could have any man's life I wanted but I had to pick wisely. So many of the Cassandra's failed. I think back to Matt he was the first person I slept with. He was someone I chose it was less than a month. He lived in the apartment block one floor above me. I had been out for some grocery, I was dressed down and wearing a hoody and he got in the lift. I felt this strange tingle not just in my pussy but in my very soul. Something drew me to him. I was struggling with my two big bags. "Which floor are you he asked." I looked at him his deep voice, his handsome face I smiled up at him and he made me melt. "Six" I replied. "Here let me help you with those," he said grabbing at my bags. "No it's," I started to say. "No please let me help you. I am on 7," he said and I let go of my bags and he held them in his strong arms into his big chest. I pulled down my hoody and tossed my hair loose. "Thanks," I purred at him. "I'm Cassie." I tried to stop myself but there was something that over took me. "I'mmm....Err Matt." I watched as he went flush. I looked at his eyes his face and how shocked he was to see my face he clearly wasn't expecting someone as hot as me. I knew what he was thinking I felt it in my soul. I could feel his cock chub up in pants. I was hot. I knew I was. I let him into my apartment and he put down the grocery bags on my counter top. "I am so grateful they were getting heavy. Let me get you a drink. Beer?" I asked. He looked at me and I could sense he was lost in this woman and that woman was me but I was coming on to him. I had suppressed Cassandra for too long. I had to let her lose. I wanted him. This tall, strong handsome man who lived one floor up. He didn't finish his beer. Something happened and it would happen again and again something would set off Cassandra and I would be a passenger not always but sometimes I would just be along for the ride and as he slipped his fingers in to my sweats pants and down the front of my panties and along the wet full lips of my pussy I let that side of me go. His long big fingers felt so good as he start to finger fuck me in my kitchen. "Let me ride you?" I said as I struggled to unbuckle his belt and free his cock. He pulled back from me and stripped down and so did I. His cock sprung free it was short but fat real fat and I pushed him down on to the floor of my kitchen and straddled him I rode him till I came and he came at the same time it was all over too quickly it was all done in 10 minutes from start to finish. But my good it felt so liberating, so humiliating giving into a side of me or her. I could always blame her. I know when I leave Cassandra behind and become Brad there will always be part of me that wonders how much of the sex was me and how much was her. We dressed and he was flustered and said sorry. His wife he mumbled. He shouldn't have. He had a wife and he was sorry. He swore he never did anything like that before. I calmed him down with his spunk leaking out of me and into my panties. There was nothing romantic about it, just a moment of passion. When he finally left and I closed the door. I smiled to myself I new in that moment I could get some sort of life back. I could do this. I could be Cassandra for as long as I needed and I could get some sort of life back. There was nothing wrong with being a woman but it just wasn't for me forever. I slid my hand into my pants and touched the spunk and juice dribbling out of my cunt. I would put this behind me one day and try to enjoy the journey. And As I talk to Brad. He has stood up. My erect dick poking out of the robe and he walks towards me. He kneels down in front of me and looks up at me. A small tear rolls down his cheek and he grabs his dick. I spread my legs and his head moves towards his old cock. I smile because I know he is making his cock mine and as his lips touch the end of his old cock they are wet and warm and he begins to bob his head up and down slowly at first. I watch as he slowly moves his mouth up and down the dick he jerked so many times. He only takes a few inches he doesn't take more than that but soon he will be a pro at this. He will know what it is like to have a dick down his throat, in his ass and up his pussy and he will love it and hate but for now he is cautious. I watch as his hair goes from that almost ginger blonde hair to a lighter brighter blonde. I see his ears shrink ever so slowly a little they stick out a little less. I see his hair lengthen I hold his hair I don't face fuck him. He has to do this himself. I watch his strong nose shrink down. To become more button like. I let out small moans I feel my chin and nose shift a little. I hear the moans I make deepen. I push his head off me and he looks up at me. I look at his face his eyes are wider, his lips fuller, his strong manly chin has faded into a smaller dainty chin and his ears are now dainty. His cheek bones are higher and more defined. His hair now longer maybe six inches long in places that short hair lengthened still some way to go. He is on his way. He looks up at me and touches his face. "OH NO What have I done," he cries. Then he clasps his hands over his mouth the high pitched voice is a shock too far. His voice has gone. He has my voice. This manly face now softer more girlish. Maybe this is what he looked like as a teenager or young boy. His chiselled feature softened. "I need to piss," I say standing up and talking in a much deeper more masculine voice. ................... (Brad) No. I whisper I can't stand that high pitched whine. I sucked her dick why? It wasn't me but it was. I wanted it and then her face. God it was like looking up at me maybe my sister not quite me but the chin the nose she has gone from being this thing of beauty to some strange deep voiced male featured hybrid with my dick. I rush to the bathroom and she is stood up pissing she turns around when she is done and looks at herself in the mirror. Her big tits swinging in her open robe. I look at my reflection. "Please stop this I am begging you," I whine at her. "Please why me why not Rob? Oh God Brad. Why me?" I say. "Oh God this voice. No please Brad Brad NOOO!!! Help me please I am begging you. Don't do this to me. I can't be Cassandra I just can't," I sob and sob and she holds me and even though I am still taller than her I can't stand it. "Shh Honey. Look I will help you. I will be with you every step of the way. If you want I will move in get you over the worst of it. I can't stop it and neither can you. It will be what it will be and you will be the best Cassandra I know you will and I will help you be that I promise Brad," Her deep voice is a contrast to my girlish voice. That voice that I once thought was so sexy is now my voice and I hate it. Her deep voice is comforting and the booze and the shock and everything else I just sob in her arms. "DO you promise Brad. Oh God my voice. I talk like a girl Brad. I talk like a girl. Please not this please not this," I beg. "Look Brad look at yourself." Look how pretty you are becoming. She turns me to look at the mirror. I can't speak. I look at my reflection I look like her brother or slightly ugly sister. I touch my face. "We can't stop it. You can't stop it. You can't even say your own name any more can you Brad?" she says to me. "I am Bbbbbbbb... I am BBBBBbb....Cassie!. OH fuck no." I can't believe it this can't be real but it is. "Brad if you had asked me in the bar earlier to say my old name or tell you that story I couldn't have. The minute the curse broke well it freed me and now it is enslaving you. I am so sorry baby I really am," I look at her and sob again. She hugs me again and then I feel the hard shaft of her dick against my leg. "Brad please no. Help me I can't be you. I can't do this I just can't I am begging you please," I say. "Come on It is time to finish this. If you fuck yourself on my dick it will all be over and we can figure out what to do next," I hear the voice my old voice I have to find a way to stop this. I look down at the dick against my leg. I feel her hand on mine and she puts it on her dick. My dick, her dick. I feel it like I have done so many times before but not from this angle it feels familiar and so very strange and so very good. "Please no," I say in my girlish voice. I feel her hand trace the lips of my pussy and around the hole of my cunt. "See how wet you are Brad. You want this dick inside you. No Brad you need it. Stroke it for me. Jerk my big dick get it real hard for me," He whispers in my ear and strokes my pussy. I feel my hand stroke his dick. "Yeah stroke it like that get it good and hard such a good girl," he whispers. I feel his finger rub and stroke my clit he knows this body and this clit like I know my dick and I moan that pathetic moan. "Such a good girl" He whispers. "Yeah feel that dick you know you want it. Think how good it will feel," He rubs my clit faster and faster the grasps it and jerks my tiny little clit between his tumb and forefinger and I can barely get my hand around the shaft of my big cock but I jerk him and he jerks me and I feel so weak and needy and then he squeezes my clit and I let out a squeal and I am looking into his eyes. "It is time Brad to to give yourself to me." He grabs my hand and leads me to the bed. He takes my robe off me. "I can't do this," I say but she just lies down on the bed naked that big fat uncut cock sticking up hard as a rock. Her big tits and ass. Her manly face and shorter hair. I stare at that cock my cock and I want it in me. No she was right I need it in me. I crawl on to the bed and straddle her. I line the shaft against my slit at first I am not sure and it slips and slides I look at my big strong hands, my muscular thighs my body and down at hers. Her big tits and curvy soft body and finally I get her dick in the right place and it slides into me far quicker and easier than I would like. I am going to fuck my life away. I am going literally fuck away my height, my muscles, my whole fucking life on my greedy pussy and I sob as I feel the walls of my cunt stretched wide around that huge cock. How many chicks had felt what I could feel right now. My cock was big and felt so fucking good right now. In fact at this moment my dick never felt this good and so awful. Tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks as I slowly start to rock back and forth on the shaft of that tool. She grabs my hand and puts it to my clit "Play with your clit, stroke it gently," Her deep voice sounds so good. "Ok," I say meekly as I slowly play with that little mini cock between my legs I feel her hands on my ass. "Fuck Brad that pussy feels so good. Real good and my cock loves your pussy." I look down at her but it isn't a her now the body yes but the face seems to have lost a little more of that androgyny. I rock back and forth and I feel my ass swell. "Fuck Brad your ass feels soo good." I feel his hands playing with my ass cheeks and the firm taught ass becomes increasingly like jello as I rock back and forth on his dick. I feel myself sink somehow deeper onto his dick my hips feel stretched. I rub my clit and rock gently but the bubbling feeling that was in my stomach rushes over and I cum. It takes me by surprise. I moan and whimper "OH FUCK SOO GOOD," I squeal. My pussy grips and quakes and creams on his cock and I am shocked how good it all feels. My whole life disappearing like this and I sob with pleasure and pain and can't stop myself. He laughs "You came already. Good girl." He needs my big ass with his hands. They are still small hands but my ass has ballooned. My hips widened. I am becoming her. I am fucking myself into womanhood. I cry with pleasure and sadness. "Play with my tits Brad one last time squeeze my big fat titties," he moans. "I don't want tits Brad," I say. "Neither do I. Play with them." He grabs my hands and puts them on the big orbs. He grabs my chest and I carry on riding gently and slowly. He reaches up and grabs my strong firm pecs and I start to rock a little faster and they feel softer and more sensitive and I look down they have lost their definition and as I rock back and forth I feel them swell and he squeezes them and they feel so good. My nipples and tits are connected to cunt and now he has two handfuls of flesh and not muscle and then he has more than a handful and I moan as I rock back and forth and I squeeze his tits and play with his nipples and I look down and now maybe my pecs are tits they are a B cup and they sway a little and his hands cup them and I feel the pressure of his cock in my cunt and the warmth and strange pleasure of these growing mounds of flesh and they get bigger they feel swollen and I look down and he still has tits and we reach that point were we are both similar in size and they feel big and heavy and sensitive and fleshy and he squeezes my nipples and I am getting close again. I can't believe I am about to cum again and he squeezes but then he lets go. "Play with your tits Cassandra," he says. I look down at him. He has B cup tits and as I rock I feel them sway on my body big udders of flesh swaying as I fuck myself to another orgasm on his dick and I squeeze them and then play with my nipples and they feel bigger and bigger and I look down and I see his chest firm up and I cum again. This time a big orgasm. "OH GOOD Brad," I moan. I roll off his his dick and the huge mounds of flesh move with me and my ass feels soft and fleshy. I know we are not done. I am still muscular and he is still slender his face isn't done or his hair. I lie for a few moments panting and crying I see the early signs of daybreak we have been up all night. He grabs me. "Come on Bitch," he says "I am not done with you." "On your knees," he says and for some reason I get on my knees and I realize that I see myself in the bedroom mirror at angle. I am still taller than him but not much. I want you to watch. He slides his dick between my ass cheeks but pulls my hips up and my ass back and slides his dick back into my pussy. He grabs my head and holds it so I can see my reflection we are sideways on but he holds my head so I can see the scene. The horrific scene my huge tits swing below me. The feel heavy and look stupid on my body. Something I once lusted over and now I hate them. "Doggy. I love doggy. There we go. Now watch Brad watch you finally become Cassandra." His dick slams into me. He starts to pound into my cunt and I can see myself, my tits swing, my ass jiggles but I still have my legs and muscles but he pounds and fucks me hard. "Tell me how much you love getting fucked Cassandra because I know you do. You love it," he says almost snarling and spanks my fleshy ass. "OH God Brad. Fuck it feels so good." I look at my reflection my stomach loses its definition those abs melt but my waist pulls in. I watch my hair lengthen as he fucks my needy cunt. I love his cock fucking me but not what is happening and I am lost I can't help myself I need this. I watch as my arms struggle to support my weight they thin out and he seems taller stronger. "Fuck I feel so fucking Good so strong. Fuck I missed this." I watch as my thighs soften my calves my arms and shoulders my neck. My hair lengthens. I watch him. His arms take on definition and bulk and muscles his legs and ass are toned and longer and his chest takes on that fuzz and his hair now shorter lighter his face, my face handsome and sexy and his feet big. My size 13 feet are now his and his big strong hands hold my head watching the scene play out. He lets go of one hand spanks my ass. I yelp in pain and pleasure. Every thrust I feel and see a change in both of us. I moan and squeal and beg him to fuck my hole. I look back at myself and there is nothing left of me nothing at all. I look back and I see her. That woman from the bar. The sexy, slutty big titted woman that I want to fuck and now I am fucking her and being fucked by her and it feels so wonderful and horrible and I cum again and so does he. He grunts and I see my cum face on him and my new cum face on me. My face contorts with pleasure my. His dick fat and swollen pumping his seed into me filling me with his spunk making me her making me Cassandra. My own cock just fucked the last of Brad out of me and into him. He collapses on my back strong and sweaty and spent and his weight takes me down and his dick twitches in my cunt we lie panting and sweating. What has happened to me. I am Cassandra but for how long and who can I pass this curse on to. I can't be this woman. I just can't.