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"Hello, dearie. It's Halloween - the night every year when my powers reach their peak. With that in mind, I've decided to have a little fun with you. Why you? No need to overthink it."
"Now, given that it's Halloween, you'll need a costume. And since this is supposed to be fun, I'll even let you choose!"
You fish around the rack, hoping to avoid something pink or lacy. You manage to do that successfully, although you're not sure the mess of fake grass and flowers you end up with is much better.
Regardless, your choice apparently pleases the witch. "Ooh, tropical, I love it!"
"Girls love to play in sand and sun
but in the dark you'll have more fun."
Girls?, you barely have time to wonder before the room goes black.
When you can see again, you realize the witch is gone. In fact, the entire room has changed! You notice a girl looking at you. She asks, "Hey Amber, we're doing shots. You want one?"
This girl must be confused. "My name is Kala tonight, remember?" Hang on, that's not your name either. In fact, that's not even your voice!
You excuse yourself, not daring to look down to confirm the swishing sound from your waist or the jiggling sensation on your chest. When you finally find a mirror, your stomach sinks.
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Not only are you wearing the bikini and grass skirt you pulled, they very much suit your new form. Your sun-darkened skin and long black hair make you look like an island princess. You turn around, taking in every inch of your new body. You're somewhat concerned that each pose you make looks sexier than the last.
As you wander back to the party, a guy in a carpenter costume walks up to you. "Hey there, gorgeous. What are my chances of getting 'lei'd' tonight?"
You'd love to tell this guy to take a long walk off a short pier, especially after that cheesy line. What kind of girl does he think you are? Er, not that you're really a girl. Although, you definitely look the part. And with the way your hair tickles your shoulders, the air touching your bare midriff, and your bikini tightly hugging your curves, you actually feel pretty girly.
"That depends. Are you good with your wood?" Woah, easy there! You know it's wrong, but he looks so hot with those work gloves, and construction belt, and those big muscles... He could probably pick you up and throw you on the bed.
No! Bad brain! You try to distract yourself with food, only to bring it to your lips as seductively as possible. Maybe you should just give in... let him strip you naked, pinch your nipples a little bit...
Before you know it, the two of you have snuck off to a spare bedroom. He takes you from every angle (and even measures a few of them). You can't believe how good it feels as you lay back next to each other, completely spent. You press your breasts against his side as you cuddle up and doze off.
When you wake up, it takes a moment to get your bearings. You're in your own room, in your own bed, and most importantly, in your own body! Was it all a dream? You'd like to think so, but the shell necklace on your nightstand will always make you wonder.
Regardless, your choice apparently pleases the witch. "Ooh, tropical, I love it!"
"Girls love to play in sand and sun
but in the dark you'll have more fun."
Girls?, you barely have time to wonder before the room goes black.
When you can see again, you realize the witch is gone. In fact, the entire room has changed! You notice a girl looking at you. She asks, "Hey Amber, we're doing shots. You want one?"
This girl must be confused. "My name is Kala tonight, remember?" Hang on, that's not your name either. In fact, that's not even your voice!
You excuse yourself, not daring to look down to confirm the swishing sound from your waist or the jiggling sensation on your chest. When you finally find a mirror, your stomach sinks.
As you wander back to the party, a guy in a carpenter costume walks up to you. "Hey there, gorgeous. What are my chances of getting 'lei'd' tonight?"
You'd love to tell this guy to take a long walk off a short pier, especially after that cheesy line. What kind of girl does he think you are? Er, not that you're really a girl. Although, you definitely look the part. And with the way your hair tickles your shoulders, the air touching your bare midriff, and your bikini tightly hugging your curves, you actually feel pretty girly.
"That depends. Are you good with your wood?" Woah, easy there! You know it's wrong, but he looks so hot with those work gloves, and construction belt, and those big muscles... He could probably pick you up and throw you on the bed.
No! Bad brain! You try to distract yourself with food, only to bring it to your lips as seductively as possible. Maybe you should just give in... let him strip you naked, pinch your nipples a little bit...
Before you know it, the two of you have snuck off to a spare bedroom. He takes you from every angle (and even measures a few of them). You can't believe how good it feels as you lay back next to each other, completely spent. You press your breasts against his side as you cuddle up and doze off.
When you wake up, it takes a moment to get your bearings. You're in your own room, in your own bed, and most importantly, in your own body! Was it all a dream? You'd like to think so, but the shell necklace on your nightstand will always make you wonder.
Summoning a wildly inappropriate amount of courage, you decide to put this witch in her place. "I'm not picking any costume," you declare.
"Very well, suit yourself. Or would that be a birthday suit?"
"It's rare to see a maid so bold.
Careful now, don't catch a cold!
It's bound to make people stare
When you're exposed to night's cool air."
That doesn't sound reassuring... A bolt of energy shoots from the witch's hands, hitting you in the chest and knocking you off balance. When you regain your footing, you realize you're somewhere completely different. It seems like a costume party? Wherever it is, it's freezing!
"Oh my god, Ali! I can't believe you went through with it!" A girl nearby seems to know you, but you don't recognize her. And why would she call you Ali?
You take a step towards her group, but immediately freeze in place. Your hands fly to your chest, each one grabbing hold of a healthy amount of boob. A quick glance downward confirms: you're all female. Even worse, you're all naked!
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Laughter from your apparent friends breaks your concentration. Glancing around, it's clearly an adult-themed party, but you seem to be going the extra mile. You join the group, making small talk while trying to figure things out. You don't learn much, but your "nudist" costume is extremely popular. You make several trips to the bar, hoping the alcohol will drown your embarrassment.
In your petite form, the drinks hit you quickly. At least it helps you relax. In fact, you eventually decide to have some fun with this crazy situation. A cowboy saunters up and tips his hat. "Howdy, little lady."
"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" You giggle at your own joke, sounding undeniably girly.
"Maybe it's both?" You giggle again, despite a voice in the back of your head hollering at you to be careful. Your cowboy friend introduces himself as Bill (well, Sheriff Bill), and you can't help but hang on every word he says. You keep sipping your drink, and giggling, and playing with your hair, and touching Bill's arm...
Just as you have a fleeting thought of putting Bill's gun in your holster, a woman walks up in a costume clearly meant to match his. "Bill, who is this girl?" Oh, crap! Have you been flirting with another woman's husband? Er, not that you're really a woman, or that you'd flirt with a man, even though it seems both of those things are true.
"Hey Cheryl! This is Ali. I was about to ask if she might like to come back to our hotel room." Uh oh, this can only end poorly. Better sneak away...
"She's so cute! Oh Ali, you should come! We'll have so much fun, I promise." Oh, apparently Cheryl is on board. "Come here sweetie, let's take a picture!"
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You attempt a smile, despite being a little confused and a lot drunk. Are you really thinking about this? You're sure Bill and Cheryl must hear your heart pounding. You figure you can play along until you see a chance to bail.
You try to leave a few times, but never find quite the right opening. Not when you find the trenchcoat you left at the door. Not when you all get in a taxi and Cheryl leans in for a kiss. Not when you get to the hotel room and the couple undresses in front of you. Not when Bill caresses your breast, making the hair on your neck stand on end. Not when you gingerly take his cock in your mouth while Cheryl licks your eager pussy. Not even when you climb on top to ride your first cowboy, letting him fill you and send you hurtling over the edge of the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.
The three of you eventually fall asleep, warm bodies spent and pressed against each other. When you wake up, you're back home and back to your old self. Maybe you imagined the whole thing, but then how do you explain the rope burns on your wrists?
"Very well, suit yourself. Or would that be a birthday suit?"
"It's rare to see a maid so bold.
Careful now, don't catch a cold!
It's bound to make people stare
When you're exposed to night's cool air."
That doesn't sound reassuring... A bolt of energy shoots from the witch's hands, hitting you in the chest and knocking you off balance. When you regain your footing, you realize you're somewhere completely different. It seems like a costume party? Wherever it is, it's freezing!
"Oh my god, Ali! I can't believe you went through with it!" A girl nearby seems to know you, but you don't recognize her. And why would she call you Ali?
You take a step towards her group, but immediately freeze in place. Your hands fly to your chest, each one grabbing hold of a healthy amount of boob. A quick glance downward confirms: you're all female. Even worse, you're all naked!
In your petite form, the drinks hit you quickly. At least it helps you relax. In fact, you eventually decide to have some fun with this crazy situation. A cowboy saunters up and tips his hat. "Howdy, little lady."
"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" You giggle at your own joke, sounding undeniably girly.
"Maybe it's both?" You giggle again, despite a voice in the back of your head hollering at you to be careful. Your cowboy friend introduces himself as Bill (well, Sheriff Bill), and you can't help but hang on every word he says. You keep sipping your drink, and giggling, and playing with your hair, and touching Bill's arm...
Just as you have a fleeting thought of putting Bill's gun in your holster, a woman walks up in a costume clearly meant to match his. "Bill, who is this girl?" Oh, crap! Have you been flirting with another woman's husband? Er, not that you're really a woman, or that you'd flirt with a man, even though it seems both of those things are true.
"Hey Cheryl! This is Ali. I was about to ask if she might like to come back to our hotel room." Uh oh, this can only end poorly. Better sneak away...
"She's so cute! Oh Ali, you should come! We'll have so much fun, I promise." Oh, apparently Cheryl is on board. "Come here sweetie, let's take a picture!"
You try to leave a few times, but never find quite the right opening. Not when you find the trenchcoat you left at the door. Not when you all get in a taxi and Cheryl leans in for a kiss. Not when you get to the hotel room and the couple undresses in front of you. Not when Bill caresses your breast, making the hair on your neck stand on end. Not when you gingerly take his cock in your mouth while Cheryl licks your eager pussy. Not even when you climb on top to ride your first cowboy, letting him fill you and send you hurtling over the edge of the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.
The three of you eventually fall asleep, warm bodies spent and pressed against each other. When you wake up, you're back home and back to your old self. Maybe you imagined the whole thing, but then how do you explain the rope burns on your wrists?
It would be pretty stupid to argue with a witch, so you do as she says and grab the first costume you can from the rack. It's, uh... wow. That's a bit skimpier than you expected. At least the witch smiles as she raises her hands.
"Soft pussy, warm pussy,
Sexy ball of fur,
Horny pussy, slutty pussy,
Purr, purr, purr."
The witch's spell sounds familiar, but you don't get a chance to say anything. The costume comes to life in your hand and pounces on you, knocking you to the floor. You close your eyes as the magic and fabric wrap their way around your body.
When everything is finally over, you force yourself to sit up. It seems like a lot more work than usual, and you feel unexpectedly sore. It's probably from being knocked over like that. You mutter to the empty room, "Fucking witch."
The sound of your voice snaps you to full attention as you clap a hand over your mouth. You slowly let go, staring intently at your hand. It's smaller than it should be. Your fingernails are well-manicured. But besides all that, your skin seems to have aged drastically.
You look around, purposely ignoring the rest of your body. Unfortunately, you notice a full length mirror in the corner of the room and can't help walking over. Hearing the telltale clicking of high heels and feeling hair tickle your neck, you brace for the worst. Still, you're blown away by your reflection.
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You see a slightly older woman. She's objectively quite attractive, but definitely someone you would have called a MILF. You give your chest a squeeze; she does the same. Every turn, every look, she follows exactly, squeezed into that slinky costume that really looks more like lingerie. You ARE this woman, at least until you can figure out how to change back.
Footsteps from the hallway startle you as you take a step back. You breath a sigh of relief as the door swings open. It's just your husband, Matthew. "Hey babe," he says while looking you up and down. "Me-ow!"
As much as you appreciate the attention, you don't have time to mess around. You need to convince Matthew that you're really a man and fix things! Although, now that you think about it, something doesn't add up here. If you're a man, how can Matthew be your husband? He's not gay.
Wait, what were you so upset about a moment ago? It was something urgent... Oh! The trick-or-treaters will be arriving soon! If you're going to fool around, you've got to make it quick. That's not a problem for a woman your age, of course. You know what your man likes and just how to give it to him.
You turn, giving your tail a shake as you shimmy out of everything but your heels (because they're sexy) and cat ears (because they're fun). Matthew grins widely and strips as well. You spend a few moments kissing and caressing each other before you drop low to face his stiff cock.
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You stare upwards as you take the whole thing in your mouth, licking and sucking like a pro. You can't get enough of your husband's throbbing member and love the way your tits swing back and forth as you slurp up and down. He tries to hold out, but he never stood a chance against your expert lips and tongue. An eruption of salty fluid shoots down your throat.
"Damn babe, that was amazing. We'd better get dressed though, can't have every kid in the neighborhood thinking we're nudists for Halloween." You smile, partly at the dumb little joke and partly in satisfaction of performing your wifely duties. You slip back into your costume and spend the rest of the night handing out candy to little kids and being ogled by dads and teenage boys.
You flop into bed, exhausted from walking around in heels and the "activities" earlier in the day. Sometime in the middle of the night, you wake with a start. Breathing rapidly, you grab your chest. Flat. You reach down between your legs. Dick.
Maybe you imagined this whole episode? Too much Halloween candy before bed, perhaps. You roll over and try to go back to sleep, blissfully unaware of the cat ears resting on your nightstand.
"Soft pussy, warm pussy,
Sexy ball of fur,
Horny pussy, slutty pussy,
Purr, purr, purr."
The witch's spell sounds familiar, but you don't get a chance to say anything. The costume comes to life in your hand and pounces on you, knocking you to the floor. You close your eyes as the magic and fabric wrap their way around your body.
When everything is finally over, you force yourself to sit up. It seems like a lot more work than usual, and you feel unexpectedly sore. It's probably from being knocked over like that. You mutter to the empty room, "Fucking witch."
The sound of your voice snaps you to full attention as you clap a hand over your mouth. You slowly let go, staring intently at your hand. It's smaller than it should be. Your fingernails are well-manicured. But besides all that, your skin seems to have aged drastically.
You look around, purposely ignoring the rest of your body. Unfortunately, you notice a full length mirror in the corner of the room and can't help walking over. Hearing the telltale clicking of high heels and feeling hair tickle your neck, you brace for the worst. Still, you're blown away by your reflection.
Footsteps from the hallway startle you as you take a step back. You breath a sigh of relief as the door swings open. It's just your husband, Matthew. "Hey babe," he says while looking you up and down. "Me-ow!"
As much as you appreciate the attention, you don't have time to mess around. You need to convince Matthew that you're really a man and fix things! Although, now that you think about it, something doesn't add up here. If you're a man, how can Matthew be your husband? He's not gay.
Wait, what were you so upset about a moment ago? It was something urgent... Oh! The trick-or-treaters will be arriving soon! If you're going to fool around, you've got to make it quick. That's not a problem for a woman your age, of course. You know what your man likes and just how to give it to him.
You turn, giving your tail a shake as you shimmy out of everything but your heels (because they're sexy) and cat ears (because they're fun). Matthew grins widely and strips as well. You spend a few moments kissing and caressing each other before you drop low to face his stiff cock.
"Damn babe, that was amazing. We'd better get dressed though, can't have every kid in the neighborhood thinking we're nudists for Halloween." You smile, partly at the dumb little joke and partly in satisfaction of performing your wifely duties. You slip back into your costume and spend the rest of the night handing out candy to little kids and being ogled by dads and teenage boys.
You flop into bed, exhausted from walking around in heels and the "activities" earlier in the day. Sometime in the middle of the night, you wake with a start. Breathing rapidly, you grab your chest. Flat. You reach down between your legs. Dick.
Maybe you imagined this whole episode? Too much Halloween candy before bed, perhaps. You roll over and try to go back to sleep, blissfully unaware of the cat ears resting on your nightstand.
Your vision swims as you look over the heaping rack of costumes. Finally, the witch grows impatient and pushes you aside.
"Oh come on now, it's not that hard! We'll just start trying them on and see what you like." Before you can protest, her first selection comes flying at you.
"Abracadabra,
Alakazam!
Give it up
For the Amazing Pam!"
You immediately feel out of sorts. Your breathing feels constricted, your legs are cold, and something is tickling your neck. Looking down, you discover the reasons for all three of those things and let out a girly "Eeep!"
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Your hair now hangs past your shoulders, drawing any passing eye to the massive cleavage created by the corset cinched around your torso. Meanwhile, your bottom half is covered by just enough fabric to be allowed out in public, and not an inch more.
"Um, excuse me, miss witch? I'm really not sure about this costume!"
Despite being hidden somewhere out of sight, you hear her voice clearly respond. "Hmm, you're right. Your body is screaming 'fuck me', but sexy magician? We can do better."
"Better? Wait, hang on--"
"Fighting fires is all she knows,
She'll be glad to hold your hose!"
You feel yourself transform again, but this time something changes in your head too. It's all, like, fuzzy?
"OMG, look at these titties! I look like such a slut!"
You grab your chest, amazed at how good it feels to squeeze your boobies. Ooh, what if you had like, a big strong guy to squeeze them for you? You get lost in that daydream for a moment, only to be snapped out of it by someone honking their car horn behind you.
"Oh dear, I didn't think it was possible, but I think I made you too much of a bimbo. It's probably not safe for you to drive anywhere."
"Aww... can we, like, try again?"
"Of course sweetie, I love playing dress-up with you!"
ZAP!
Your mind has cleared, but you nearly fall over as the sudden change disorients you. This is getting ridiculous!
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"What the hell kind of costume is this? Sexy package delivery girl? You didn't even say a spell that time!"
"Oh, I really only do that for my own amusement. But if it's that important to you..."
"Wait--"
"The chief has spoken
Yes, it's true
There is no other
Half as hot as you!"
You look down, unsurprised to see another set of amazing tits hidden by hardly any fabric. Now that you've gotten over the shock of changing bodies, you have to admit it's a little hot. Still...
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You catch your reflection in the mirror of a nearby car. "Umm, I don't mean to be 'that guy'--or 'that girl', I guess--but this feels a little... culturally insensitive?"
"Uuugghhhh, you mortals used to be more fun."
"Well actually--"
"Fine! I'll change it, just quit lecturing!"
"Saucy wenches are loads of fun,
Dear sailors, I'll be frank:
Slip her just a bit of grog,
and she'll gladly walk your plank!"
When the room stops spinning this time, you find yourself looking in the mirror at a smoking hot pirate. Your plunging neckline displays plenty of the bountiful treasures on your chest, if you know what I mean.
"Stop!" You holler out. "I mean, if I'm stuck playing your game, this isn't half bad. In fact..."
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You pull out your phone to snap a few pictures. Who knows if they'll still be there when you change back, but you have no shame in the thought of rubbing one out to your own transformed self. You strike a few poses and sneak a closer look under your blouse before drawing a deep breath and joining the party outside.
You feel good in this costume. Strong. Confident. Sexy, even. As luck would have it, you spot a chiseled hunk of a man also dressed as a pirate. You grab a bottle of rum from the bar and make eye contact as you take a pull. He clearly gets the hint. "Ahoy there. Is that a cutlass you're carrying, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Oh come on now, it's not that hard! We'll just start trying them on and see what you like." Before you can protest, her first selection comes flying at you.
"Abracadabra,
Alakazam!
Give it up
For the Amazing Pam!"
You immediately feel out of sorts. Your breathing feels constricted, your legs are cold, and something is tickling your neck. Looking down, you discover the reasons for all three of those things and let out a girly "Eeep!"
Your hair now hangs past your shoulders, drawing any passing eye to the massive cleavage created by the corset cinched around your torso. Meanwhile, your bottom half is covered by just enough fabric to be allowed out in public, and not an inch more."Um, excuse me, miss witch? I'm really not sure about this costume!"
Despite being hidden somewhere out of sight, you hear her voice clearly respond. "Hmm, you're right. Your body is screaming 'fuck me', but sexy magician? We can do better."
"Better? Wait, hang on--"
"Fighting fires is all she knows,
She'll be glad to hold your hose!"
You feel yourself transform again, but this time something changes in your head too. It's all, like, fuzzy?
"OMG, look at these titties! I look like such a slut!"
You grab your chest, amazed at how good it feels to squeeze your boobies. Ooh, what if you had like, a big strong guy to squeeze them for you? You get lost in that daydream for a moment, only to be snapped out of it by someone honking their car horn behind you."Oh dear, I didn't think it was possible, but I think I made you too much of a bimbo. It's probably not safe for you to drive anywhere."
"Aww... can we, like, try again?"
"Of course sweetie, I love playing dress-up with you!"
ZAP!
Your mind has cleared, but you nearly fall over as the sudden change disorients you. This is getting ridiculous!
"Oh, I really only do that for my own amusement. But if it's that important to you..."
"Wait--"
"The chief has spoken
Yes, it's true
There is no other
Half as hot as you!"
You look down, unsurprised to see another set of amazing tits hidden by hardly any fabric. Now that you've gotten over the shock of changing bodies, you have to admit it's a little hot. Still...
You catch your reflection in the mirror of a nearby car. "Umm, I don't mean to be 'that guy'--or 'that girl', I guess--but this feels a little... culturally insensitive?""Uuugghhhh, you mortals used to be more fun."
"Well actually--"
"Fine! I'll change it, just quit lecturing!"
"Saucy wenches are loads of fun,
Dear sailors, I'll be frank:
Slip her just a bit of grog,
and she'll gladly walk your plank!"
When the room stops spinning this time, you find yourself looking in the mirror at a smoking hot pirate. Your plunging neckline displays plenty of the bountiful treasures on your chest, if you know what I mean.
"Stop!" You holler out. "I mean, if I'm stuck playing your game, this isn't half bad. In fact..."
You feel good in this costume. Strong. Confident. Sexy, even. As luck would have it, you spot a chiseled hunk of a man also dressed as a pirate. You grab a bottle of rum from the bar and make eye contact as you take a pull. He clearly gets the hint. "Ahoy there. Is that a cutlass you're carrying, or are you just happy to see me?"
You pull a costume off the rack and immediately regret your choice. It's some sort of white, shiny material that looks like it will be awfully tight.
"She'll treat the patients,
She'll heal the sick.
Ask her nicely,
She'll suck your dick."
What the hell does that mean?!? You turn around and realize you're somewhere different than you were a moment ago. It looks like some sort of hospital room? Also, the witch has somehow turned you into... a nurse!
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Well, a naughty nurse, anyways. If you saw a girl like this in your old body, you'd definitely have an erection lasting longer than four hours. Just look at the way those tits are squeezed in there! That's a girl who wants to take it hard and dirty. Er, she would be, if she wasn't you.
"Excuse me..." You pause for a moment to take in the sound of your new voice. It's soft and feminine, and just a little breathy. "Hello? Miss witch lady? This is great and all, but I think I'll just go back to my old body if that's alright."
You don't see anyone in the room with you, so you jump when you hear the witch's response from inside your head.
"Oh darling, you turned out so cute! Not that I'm surprised. I think you've got a natural disposition for this. I tell you what, your first patient is about to arrive. If it seems like you're not absolutely loving it, I'll change you right back."
"Wait! What do you mean, 'first patient'?" It doesn't take long for you to find out, as a young man walks into the room.
"Hi there," the strapping lad greets you. "Are you Nurse Anita? Anita Kock?"
OK, that's just ridiculous. No way are you playing the witch's game. Better get rid of this guy and figure out how to change back. Go ahead! "That's me, stud. Are you ready for your full physical?"
WOAH!! Why did you say that?!? Unfortunately, your patient is ready, and has already pulled his shirt off. God, look at those abs... no! Stop looking! No, don't rub your hands all over his body! You've got to snap out of this. Say something to distract him!
"For my records, I'll need your name, age, and... penis length." Well, technically you did say something.
"Max Bigwood, 21, and you tell me." With a huge grin, Max drops his pants to reveal a positively enormous appendage.
"Oh, for something that size, I'll need to measure by hand." Despite every effort to resist, you find yourself reaching out and wrapping your fingers around his meaty cock. It's so big and warm and mesmerizing...
While you've been trying and failing to keep your hands of Max's body, your own body has been busy as well. You gasp as your nipples strain to break free, and let out a soft moan as you feel a growing dampness between your legs.
"Alright Max, time to see how you do with some vigorous physical activity." You've given up fighting, as nothing seems to stop the dirty innuendos or slutty actions. Max peels you out of your costume and throws you up on the exam table. You lie back, still wearing your nurse's cap, and spread your stocking-covered legs.
Wasting no time, Max climbs on top and practically mauls you. His hands and tongue are everywhere, and suddenly his giant cock pierces deep inside your pussy. Every inch of your body shivers as he thrusts in and out for what seems like eternity. Finally, his pace quickens and his face tightens. With a final grunt he pushes in as far as possible, filling you completely as you arch your back and curl your toes. "Ooohhhhh, fuuuuuck!!!"
As Max rolls off and you gasp for air, the witch's voice returns. "I had to do a little coaxing, but you certainly seemed to enjoy that! Just a warning, your next patient will arrive any moment for his oral exam. Have fun!"
It's going to be a long night, but part of you hopes your "shift" doesn't end too soon!
"She'll treat the patients,
She'll heal the sick.
Ask her nicely,
She'll suck your dick."
What the hell does that mean?!? You turn around and realize you're somewhere different than you were a moment ago. It looks like some sort of hospital room? Also, the witch has somehow turned you into... a nurse!
Well, a naughty nurse, anyways. If you saw a girl like this in your old body, you'd definitely have an erection lasting longer than four hours. Just look at the way those tits are squeezed in there! That's a girl who wants to take it hard and dirty. Er, she would be, if she wasn't you.
"Excuse me..." You pause for a moment to take in the sound of your new voice. It's soft and feminine, and just a little breathy. "Hello? Miss witch lady? This is great and all, but I think I'll just go back to my old body if that's alright."
You don't see anyone in the room with you, so you jump when you hear the witch's response from inside your head.
"Oh darling, you turned out so cute! Not that I'm surprised. I think you've got a natural disposition for this. I tell you what, your first patient is about to arrive. If it seems like you're not absolutely loving it, I'll change you right back."
"Wait! What do you mean, 'first patient'?" It doesn't take long for you to find out, as a young man walks into the room.
"Hi there," the strapping lad greets you. "Are you Nurse Anita? Anita Kock?"
OK, that's just ridiculous. No way are you playing the witch's game. Better get rid of this guy and figure out how to change back. Go ahead! "That's me, stud. Are you ready for your full physical?"
WOAH!! Why did you say that?!? Unfortunately, your patient is ready, and has already pulled his shirt off. God, look at those abs... no! Stop looking! No, don't rub your hands all over his body! You've got to snap out of this. Say something to distract him!
"For my records, I'll need your name, age, and... penis length." Well, technically you did say something.
"Max Bigwood, 21, and you tell me." With a huge grin, Max drops his pants to reveal a positively enormous appendage.
"Oh, for something that size, I'll need to measure by hand." Despite every effort to resist, you find yourself reaching out and wrapping your fingers around his meaty cock. It's so big and warm and mesmerizing...
While you've been trying and failing to keep your hands of Max's body, your own body has been busy as well. You gasp as your nipples strain to break free, and let out a soft moan as you feel a growing dampness between your legs.
"Alright Max, time to see how you do with some vigorous physical activity." You've given up fighting, as nothing seems to stop the dirty innuendos or slutty actions. Max peels you out of your costume and throws you up on the exam table. You lie back, still wearing your nurse's cap, and spread your stocking-covered legs.
Wasting no time, Max climbs on top and practically mauls you. His hands and tongue are everywhere, and suddenly his giant cock pierces deep inside your pussy. Every inch of your body shivers as he thrusts in and out for what seems like eternity. Finally, his pace quickens and his face tightens. With a final grunt he pushes in as far as possible, filling you completely as you arch your back and curl your toes. "Ooohhhhh, fuuuuuck!!!"
As Max rolls off and you gasp for air, the witch's voice returns. "I had to do a little coaxing, but you certainly seemed to enjoy that! Just a warning, your next patient will arrive any moment for his oral exam. Have fun!"
It's going to be a long night, but part of you hopes your "shift" doesn't end too soon!
That's all, sluts! Thanks for playing, and happy Halloween!
Only just found your blog a few days ago so I'm reading through your post and I love this interactive caption.
ReplyDeleteI lucked out big time and got the milf first go and could be happier with my sexy mature body, I'll be running back to the witch to beg her to make it permanent.