Pulling my Own Weight

"We're all stuck at home Jeremy, if you don't pull your own weight around the house, I'm going to make sure you do!" Said my mother, threatening to use her magic on me as punishment. I was a brat, it's true. Never helped out with dishes or cleaning the house - that was girly stuff, I thought. Now every time I missed doing one of my chores, my body would become slightly more feminine. As far as punishments went, I thought it wasn't too bad. Mom was a talented witch and could do a lot worse, like that summer she turned me into a frog for teasing my sister. 

So when I found myself sporting a pair of small A cup tits after a week, my body hair and stubble gone, I defiantly kept avoiding my chores as much as I could. After two weeks my new boobies were an ample handful, and I was starting to discover how good they felt, my sister awkwardly catching me feeling myself up in the hallway one day. I did the bare minimum of house chores until my breasts grew into these heavy and perfectly shaped mammaries; I was certainly pulling my own weight now. I was now fully female, with a thin waist and curvy legs that complimented my ample bust. I did my best to pretend that I didn't like it, but I think once I started wearing women's underwear openly around the house, mom knew that I wouldn't want to go back. I've been a good daughter ever since...I love laundry day because I get to walk around the house with barely anything on, these lovely breasts deserve to hang free every now and then!  

Not a Curse

"W-what are you doing?" I asked my friend Jon, who agreed to join me on this hike. He was taking off his shirt while leering at my chest. 

"Show me your tits," he commanded. 

"No..why are you doing this?" I asked, my hands already involuntarily moving to pull up my top and expose my massive breasts. I let out a tiny gasp as I felt the cool air rush across my nipples. 

A week ago, I was hiking near a sacred old Native site despite warnings from the locals that it was cursed. Something about the wrath of the fertility goddess. At the end of the trail I found a cave with some strange drawings inside, which sent a chill down my spine. I turned back and thought nothing of it. The next morning I woke up to find myself 6 inches shorter, with a darker complexion, and what were unmistakably a small pair of budding breasts. In a panic, I rushed back to the town near the trail and tried to find anyone who could explain what had just happened to me. 

"We warned you," said the elder. "You will become a vessel for the goddess. Your body will mold itself in her shape until all you will desire is breeding." 

I listened to her, horrified, as she explained that the only way to undo the curse was to go back to the cave and beg for forgiveness before the changes advanced to the point of no return. If I had sex with a man, it would all be over. I shuddered. Sex with a man? I would never. I resolved to go back to the trail immediately, but as luck would have it, the road was closed due to a mudslide. I waited impatiently for days, watching in horror as my body grew increasingly female. My friend Jon was there the whole time, watching me change in disbelief. I cried when I woke up one morning to find a pussy in place of my once proud cock, Jon comforted me awkwardly, telling me that he'd join me on the hike today, as the trail finally reopened. But I could tell that something had changed. The way he looked at me. I was no longer his old buddy, I was a curvy, fertile woman with a body made for sex. Something had changed within me as well. I found myself sneaking glances at him throughout the day, a strange dampness growing between my legs when I thought of his strong muscles against my soft flesh. We were nearly at the cave when it all came crashing down like a tidal wave. He couldn't resist anymore, and neither could I. I showed him my heaving breasts, and from there, we took off the rest of our clothes. We were so close to the cave but it was too late, my new body had betrayed me. He took me right there in the woods, my cries of pleasure echoing loudly, thrilled at the thought of being bred. I wasn't so sure anymore if this was a curse. 

She Has No Idea

"What did I tell you dude? The spellbook works!" I was in my sisters body, on a video call with my best friend Brent. 

"Bullshit. How do I know it's really you?" 

"Would my sister show you her tits while out on a hike?" I pulled down the flimsy top, exposing one full jiggly breast, and then the other. I gave them a quick suggestive grope, and giggled at Brent's jaw dropping. 

"Okay, I believe you. How does it feel...to be a woman?" 

"It's so weird. I always knew my sister was hot, but being in her body is making me constantly horny. I'm pretty sure I've been soaking through her panties just by thinking of the way her boobs jiggle. I had to go out for a hike to keep myself from masturbating. The spell made it so that she doesn't suspect a thing." Talking about how horny I was was making me even more horny, and Brent leering at me wasn't helping things. 

"Where are you now, maybe we can meet up?" He was clearly into me - I mean my sister. 

"By the old canyon trail, where we'd always go on weekends," I said, feeling excitement at the thought of seeing him.

A few hours later I was on my knees, taking my best friends cock deep into my eager pussy, moaning loudly. 

"Oh my god!! Mmmmmhhh...fuck yeah, harder! We...have to do this more often!  

Miss Going to the Office

I know it might sound strange, missing office work. If you'd asked me a year ago, I would have never guessed that I'd be a busty blonde secretary who enjoys some of the "additional duties" I had to perform at the job. When I first started here, I was a fresh grad looking to get my foot in the door. I figured an assistant position was the best way to learn from the CEO of billion dollar company. Little did I know that said CEO was a warlock, and I certainly didn't bother reading all the fine print. The first day on the job, I walked into his office and asked if he needed anything.

"Yes. I need you to start looking more like my secretary, and less like a silly boy," he said.

I froze, not comprehending yet what he had just started. I simply nodded demurely. Each day, he'd give me some other command, changing me slowly.

I noticed a week in that I was wearing panties and that there were two puffy lumps under my nipples. Maybe I should start wearing a bra? I had no idea what was happening, I just knew I had to do my job well. This continued for weeks, some days I'd get a pat on my rear (which was also expanding daily) for a job well done, which would elicit a squeak from my now feminine lips. By the time he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock I was all too eager and ready.

After a few months I looked like the perfect secretary, a low cut dress accentuating my wide hips and black bra peeking through the undone buttons on my blouse. They held a very heavy pair of breasts in place. I loved the way they still bounced with every step. Now though, we've all been sent home. I'm stuck in a very horny body with no relief. I miss the lunch breaks where master would knead my titties in his strong hands, how they would sway underneath me as I eagerly slurped on his tool. I miss riding him after a long, hard day of work. I miss doing my job. 

Not Canceled

When I heard that Oktoberfest was canceled this year, I was devastated. It had been a yearly tradition for me to go and drink with my buddies since college. Not to mention all the attractive new female friends we'd sometimes make.
I did some digging online and found out about a secret "underground" version of the festival that was still being organized. It seemed a bit shady, but I'd hate to actually miss it if it was real. They had a "basic" version of the ticket and a "VIP" version, something about the VIP ticket having "better access" to entertainment. I shrugged and bought the basic version, as long as there was drinking involved, I'd be entertained.
When I finally got there, they scanned my ticket and pointed me to a separate bar, where a full pitcher of beer was waiting for me. Needless to say, I emptied it quickly. Maybe too quickly, because I passed out and woke up looking like this. I still felt a little drunk, because the new bosom I now sported didn't seem to bother me much. It actually felt pretty good, the way the outfit constrained my new mammaries. That's when I noticed my friends walking in. They had VIP tickets. I called out to them.

"Hey guys! So glad you made it!" I chirped.

"Uh..do we know you?"

"It's me, Mark. Check it out, this is what a basic ticket gets you," I flashed my tits and jiggled them around. I found their look of confusion amusing for some reason. I needed another beer. "Come on, I bet I can still out-drink all of you," I said.

My new body could very clearly NOT out-drink anyone. I woke up the next morning naked in one of my buddies beds, sticky and reeking of sex. We now have a new annual Oktoberfest tradition.

Get it Over With

"Okay, lets just get this over with," said Jake to his friend Trent, who was sitting there naked with an erect cock. Almost two weeks ago, when Trent suggested that he use his powers to transform Jake into a woman, it seemed like a good idea.

"Come on man, we're stuck inside this house for who knows how long. It might be fun!" Trent was very convincing. "Think of how you'll be able to feel up a pair of tits whenever you want. It's gotta be worth it for that alone. I'll change you back whenever you want."

"If it's so much fun why don't you do it to yourself?" Jake crossed his arms, trying to hide the fact that he was actually open to the idea.

"It's harder to cast spells on yourself, you know that."

"Fine. But you turn me back as soon as I ask you to."

"Of course," Trent replied with a grin. He cast the spell, and Jake instantly transformed into a buxom, and very naked girl.

Jake threw one arm over his bouncing chest and the other shot down to cover his new sex.
"What the hell man, you couldn't give me clothes?" he squeaked in his new voice.

"Don't be such a girl, I'll conjure up some outfits for you soon," Trent laughed. "Oh, and I forgot to mention. The transformation can only be reversed after you have sex."

"What?? You fucking asshole -" Jake wanted to punch him, but he was still very naked, so he just angrily sashayed over to his room and slammed the door. Over the next week and a half he refused to talk to anyone, but Trent thought he could hear a few muffled moans through the wall every now and then. One day he walked up to Trent, hands on hips, looking very comfortable in his feminine form.

"Okay, I admit it's been fun. But it's time for you to change me back. I think I'm about to get my period, and I can only lug around these tits for so long," said Jake.

As they both took their clothes off, Jake couldn't look his friend in the eye, so he just decided to ride him reverse cowgirl style. Without much fanfare, Jake took his friends cock, and shoved it straight into his slit, which was already wet. He wordlessly started thrusting his hips, and within a few minutes could hardly suppress the lewd noises he was making. His pace quickened, now loudly moaning in pleasure as he squeezed his friend's manhood between his pussy lips. Jake came with an earth-shattering cry. Between gasps, he managed to whisper, "We don't have to do the reversal right away.."

That was two weeks ago. Jackie now loves it when Trent gives her a good rough fuck every day, it feels so much better when she can just lay back and watch her breasts rhythmically sway with every thrust. They were still stuck inside, but she had to admit, this was a much better way to pass the time.

The Pink Wig

 My ex girlfriend Jessica is a witch. Not the mean vindictive kind who would cast weird spells on you for no reason, she was actually pretty cool. We ended things amicably - there was just something missing in the relationship and we were both always busy and didn't really have much time to see each other. I was doing some spring cleaning and found her pink wig tossed in the back of my closet. She must have accidentally left it behind. This wasn't an ordinary wig, it was an enchanted item that she'd sometimes use to spice up our lovemaking sessions. It had the effect of enhancing her curves and giving her more intense orgasms, or at least that's what it looked like it did. I picked it up and stared at it, wondering if it did anything for men. Curiosity won out, and I decided to try it on. Almost immediately I felt an intense wave of pleasure washing over my body, and a peculiar tingling in my scalp that felt like the wig was fusing into my real hair. I arched my back as the pressure of my re-arranging bones pushed my chest forward, while lumps of fat slowly started to build up underneath a pair of very swollen nipples. With an orgasmic push, I felt the rest of my body reshape itself into a curvy vision of femininity. Well I guess that answered the question of if it worked on men, I thought, gasping for air as my heavy breasts settled into their final form. My new body felt confusing, but also incredibly arousing. I decided to face time Jessica and ask her what to do. 

"So...remember that pink wig that you used to use sometimes? I tried it on and this happened.." I lifted my shirt to show her the extent of the changes. 

"Wow. You...look beautiful," she replied, a hint of arousal in her voice. "Stay right there. I'm coming over."

I heard a knock on my door not ten minutes later, she must have used magic. 

"I think you actually look way better as girl," she smirked. 

From there, one thing led to another and we ended up in every possible sex position for the rest of the day. I think we might be back together now? Also, I don't think I ever want to take this wig off. 

Enjoy Your Stay

I was just looking to spend some time away, so I decided to treat myself to a quiet weekend at a BnB upstate. This place wasn't anywhere online, but a female co-worker highly recommended it and gave me a phone number.
"They do everything they can in order to guarantee a pleasurable stay," she told me with a peculiar grin.  I called and booked a room, hoping it really was worth the slightly inflated price I was quoted. When I arrived at an isolated and picturesque lodge, I was greeted by a rather good looking middle aged man.
"Please, come in and make yourself at home," he gestured kindly. After showing me to my room and giving me a brief tour, he explained sadly that his wife had passed recently, and it was only him managing the place now. He told me that he hoped he was doing a good job. He had a strange glint in his eye.
A little weird, I thought, but I was happy to just be on vacation. I quickly unpacked my things and headed to the shower. I disrobed and stepped inside when I noticed something stuck to the glass of the shower wall. Was that...? It couldn't be. It was. There was a large flesh colored dildo suctioned on to the glass, proudly jutting forward. I was shocked, but didn't quite know what to do. Was this some kind of prank? Did a promiscuous guest accidentally leave it here? I didn't really want to touch it, so I decided to shower around it and figure out what to do later. As I felt the the warm stream of water trickling down my skin, I tried to ignore the fact that there was a large sex toy right behind me. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it...and then my ass accidentally brushed up against the fleshy plastic. It felt disturbingly real. And then something strange happened. I had an overwhelming urge to feel it inside me. I'd never before had anything up my backdoor, certainly not a full length dildo, but I felt inexplicably drawn to it...I soaped myself up and slowly lowered myself onto the girthy phallus. Before I could understand what was happening, I was suddenly frantically pumping away at it, feeling immense pleasure at being filled, while the warm water tickled my skin. My flesh started feeling softer, and I was vaguely aware of feminine curves filling out on my body. I could also feel long hair tickling my back, while my ass now felt much thicker as it jiggled on the dildo. I was so awash in pleasure that I didn't care, and then the dildo suddenly slipped out. I realized that I was now shorter, and the void between my legs confirmed that I was no longer a man. I stepped up on my tiptoes and eagerly let the dildo fill my new hole. I felt an orgasm crashing over my entire being, and finally stood up, assessing my changed form. My slender hands slid all over a petite and curvy body, my new clit still buzzing as I soaped up my tits. It felt amazing.

Just then I noticed my host walk in after a soft knock on the door. I must have been loud.
"Wow. You turned out fantastic," he looked at me proudly.
"What is this? How did this happen to me?" I moaned.
"My late wife, bless her soul, was a witch. She left me a wonderful gift, that enchanted dildo over there reduces sexual inhibitions. She didn't want me to ever get lonely. I had no idea it worked on men as well," he grinned at me. "But I'm not complaining," he undressed and joined me in the shower, his eight inch cock already hard. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I knew what I wanted to do, and got on my knees. This was already the most pleasurable vacation stay ever.