The Curse
Still refraining from holding your own body for warmth, you stumble out into the street and bathe in the light of the nearest streetlamp. You then hear a noise coming from somewhere in front of you.
"Hello?" You yell in a slightly higher pitch than usual, but you continue to ignore it as you have more important things to worry about. A figure then slowly emerges as they enter the radius of the light above you. It seems to be a slightly-bloated, middle-aged man. You begin to ask question, like: 'Do you know the time?' and 'Can you lend me some money for cab?' Despite how rude that final question was, the stranger merely continues to walk towards, not taking any notice of the questions you asked. As you look closer, you see he is drunk, very drunk. He is actually hold a can of 'Carling' in his hand. He then stops in his place when is reaches a few feet away from you. He drops his can and wipes his mouth. You stare at him and the meaty man stares right back. As you pay closer attention, you notice something strange about him. You look deep into his eyes and see nothing but lust. This confuses you, because you can't find the reason for these feelings. That is until yourself look down at yourself...
Rather than finding you normally flat and muscular chest, you find that it has expanded. It is now consists of two, perfect, semi-spherical chunks of flesh. You look further down your body and find that you are much slimmer with wider hips, creating an hour-glass figure. You skin is slightly tanned and as you examine you neatly mancured hands, you notice numerous strands of hair resting on your shoulders. It is clearly much longer than it usually was and it now a light shade of brown with blonde highlights. In between your long, sleek legs is a much more disturbing sight. There is no longer your large, masculine piece of art. It seems to have been cut off or just wished away. There is no trace of it, but there is somethiong in it's place! A slit. A smooth, hairless slit. You are different to who you used to be. You a sexy, naked girl. Then you remeber where you are, the day and the rough time. You're in the middle of a populated city in the early hours of a saturday morning. A chill shoots down your spine. It could be because it's so cold, but you figure it is fear.
You begin to panic as the man begins to move once more. You wave your hands out in front of you whilst still keeping your arms to your side. You back away slowly, trying to keep in a huge outburst of tears. Then, at the worst possible moment, another headache kicks in. The thumping pain from it then triggers your tears. You scream, crying your eyes out, still attempting to figure out what the hell was going on. You turn around to run, clamping your head, but trip, falling forwards. You land in a quivering heap on the floor. The man advances on you.
"No..Please don't.." You try to shout, but it comes out as a small whisper. That is when he makes his move. He holds you down and pulls down his pants. With each scream he seems to get even more aroused. He chuckles at his luck and inserts himself into you. You squeal at the pain and blood trickles down your leg. As he pleasures himself, he explores your body. He licks your chest and circles your nipples with his tongue. He pauses his actions and suckles on your nipple. He pinches it with his teeth and strokes and caress your tits. You then cringe as his sexual assualt continues. This is the worst experiance you have ever had and the headache is still taking its course. Your vision grows weaker and you begin to see things once more, although you can still feel everything the perverted man does to you.
Screaming throughout, you see the girl once more urge you to followm her, but this time see yourself in the exact persition you're in. You see the path nearby and the pub dow the steet from that. It seems to be guiding you somewhere, but before you reach your destination, you snap out of mit and return ot reality. Then man Has his tongue inside your mouth. He pushes it deeper and you gag as it reaches the back of your throat. He pulls away in digust and thrusts once more into your body, causing you to shriek before the pain and shock overwhekms you and you pass out.
You lift up your head before oopening your eyes and see you are down the alleyway you woke up in the first time. A man is standing over you smiling. He is completely different from the other. He is tall and thin, smiling at you. You look down at yourself, hoping that the events of the previous night were all just a dream. Instead of finding a curvaous, smooth body, you find a checked, wool blanket wrapped around you. You assume that this other stranger had kept you warm as you slept, but you needed to know. You needed to see if you were still you or the weak, yet hot girl that you woke up as last night. You hastily rip off the cover with a worried look on your face.
"Hey, calm down, babe." That answered everything. You begin to cry at your misfortune. You hold your head under the wool piece of cloth and hug yourself tight. You slowly opoen your eyes inside it with droplets still falling to the ground. Long blood stains down your leg can be seen along with 'his' and your own cum. You kick off the cover and lie there sobbing. The man who had helped you pulls out a tissue from his blazer and licks it. He then rubs away the stains from your leg.
"It's okay. Your safe now." He tries to cheer you up. "You got a home? Where are your clothes?" He asks.
"I..d-don't know." You cry.
"Come with me, honey. I have the perfect idea." He tells you.
"Hello?" You yell in a slightly higher pitch than usual, but you continue to ignore it as you have more important things to worry about. A figure then slowly emerges as they enter the radius of the light above you. It seems to be a slightly-bloated, middle-aged man. You begin to ask question, like: 'Do you know the time?' and 'Can you lend me some money for cab?' Despite how rude that final question was, the stranger merely continues to walk towards, not taking any notice of the questions you asked. As you look closer, you see he is drunk, very drunk. He is actually hold a can of 'Carling' in his hand. He then stops in his place when is reaches a few feet away from you. He drops his can and wipes his mouth. You stare at him and the meaty man stares right back. As you pay closer attention, you notice something strange about him. You look deep into his eyes and see nothing but lust. This confuses you, because you can't find the reason for these feelings. That is until yourself look down at yourself...
Rather than finding you normally flat and muscular chest, you find that it has expanded. It is now consists of two, perfect, semi-spherical chunks of flesh. You look further down your body and find that you are much slimmer with wider hips, creating an hour-glass figure. You skin is slightly tanned and as you examine you neatly mancured hands, you notice numerous strands of hair resting on your shoulders. It is clearly much longer than it usually was and it now a light shade of brown with blonde highlights. In between your long, sleek legs is a much more disturbing sight. There is no longer your large, masculine piece of art. It seems to have been cut off or just wished away. There is no trace of it, but there is somethiong in it's place! A slit. A smooth, hairless slit. You are different to who you used to be. You a sexy, naked girl. Then you remeber where you are, the day and the rough time. You're in the middle of a populated city in the early hours of a saturday morning. A chill shoots down your spine. It could be because it's so cold, but you figure it is fear.
You begin to panic as the man begins to move once more. You wave your hands out in front of you whilst still keeping your arms to your side. You back away slowly, trying to keep in a huge outburst of tears. Then, at the worst possible moment, another headache kicks in. The thumping pain from it then triggers your tears. You scream, crying your eyes out, still attempting to figure out what the hell was going on. You turn around to run, clamping your head, but trip, falling forwards. You land in a quivering heap on the floor. The man advances on you.
"No..Please don't.." You try to shout, but it comes out as a small whisper. That is when he makes his move. He holds you down and pulls down his pants. With each scream he seems to get even more aroused. He chuckles at his luck and inserts himself into you. You squeal at the pain and blood trickles down your leg. As he pleasures himself, he explores your body. He licks your chest and circles your nipples with his tongue. He pauses his actions and suckles on your nipple. He pinches it with his teeth and strokes and caress your tits. You then cringe as his sexual assualt continues. This is the worst experiance you have ever had and the headache is still taking its course. Your vision grows weaker and you begin to see things once more, although you can still feel everything the perverted man does to you.
Screaming throughout, you see the girl once more urge you to followm her, but this time see yourself in the exact persition you're in. You see the path nearby and the pub dow the steet from that. It seems to be guiding you somewhere, but before you reach your destination, you snap out of mit and return ot reality. Then man Has his tongue inside your mouth. He pushes it deeper and you gag as it reaches the back of your throat. He pulls away in digust and thrusts once more into your body, causing you to shriek before the pain and shock overwhekms you and you pass out.
You lift up your head before oopening your eyes and see you are down the alleyway you woke up in the first time. A man is standing over you smiling. He is completely different from the other. He is tall and thin, smiling at you. You look down at yourself, hoping that the events of the previous night were all just a dream. Instead of finding a curvaous, smooth body, you find a checked, wool blanket wrapped around you. You assume that this other stranger had kept you warm as you slept, but you needed to know. You needed to see if you were still you or the weak, yet hot girl that you woke up as last night. You hastily rip off the cover with a worried look on your face.
"Hey, calm down, babe." That answered everything. You begin to cry at your misfortune. You hold your head under the wool piece of cloth and hug yourself tight. You slowly opoen your eyes inside it with droplets still falling to the ground. Long blood stains down your leg can be seen along with 'his' and your own cum. You kick off the cover and lie there sobbing. The man who had helped you pulls out a tissue from his blazer and licks it. He then rubs away the stains from your leg.
"It's okay. Your safe now." He tries to cheer you up. "You got a home? Where are your clothes?" He asks.
"I..d-don't know." You cry.
"Come with me, honey. I have the perfect idea." He tells you.