16 January 2018

If only

If only Charles knew…
If only he knew how jealous his girlfriend could get. The insane lengths she would go to be sure he would never cheat on her.
If only he knew that her constant babbling about being a Wicca was actually much, much more than just a quirky hobby of hers.
If only he knew about the curse she inflicted on him after their last bicker and the usual jealous rant.
He would not have complained to his friend about what an insufferable bitch she could be at times.
He would not have followed his suggestion of malingering to ditch their usual Netflix evening to go to that party and have some fun away from her, just this one time.
And once there he would not have drank so much as he did, and he would not have flirted with that hot chick he noticed eyeing him up.
He would not have stayed there well after the party was over to have some intimacy with her.
He would not have joined her in the bedroom.
But now he knew.
As he was suddenly overwhelmed with the alien sensation of feeling his new body…
The discomfort of his bare knees on the hard floor…
His long hair cascading on his slender shoulders…
The hardened nipples on the tip of his voluptuous new breasts…
The warm and wet feeling between his smooth legs, burning in his now flat crotch…
As he found himself with his new luscious lips wrapped around his former cock, mere instants before it erupted its copious load inside his mouth…
The funny taste of the warm liquid all over his tongue, its pungent smell filling up his nostrils…
As he heard a relieved moan coming from above him, a moan that soon turned into a frightened scream…
As he opened his eyes and raised his head his own face staring looking down at him with a terrified look…
Now he knew what happens when you mess with a witch.
He really knew now.

But it was too late.

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