Devon began to slowly stir from his sleep, feeling very strange. At first he chalked it up to sleeping on the couch, but then he felt the heavy weights on his chest. His hand instinctively moved to investigate it, meeting the soft and sensitive flesh of his new breasts.
"What the hell?" He grumbled under his breath. "What... Tits!?"
The shock sobered him up from his groggy state, shooting up suddenly and causing his boobs to bounce wildly for a moment before coming to a rest. He stared down at them in disbelief. They were huge! Bigger than he'd ever seen, especially from this angle.
"What the fuck is going on?" He muttered to himself. "My voice sounds so.... sensual..."
He began examining his body, starting with the long black hair resting over his shoulder. With a light tug he confirmed it to be his own. Then, he looked at his hands. Smaller and decorated in a way that reminded him of the strip club.
"Wait... The strip club!" He gasped. "Did they have something to do with this?"
Devon had spent a great deal of his evenings at the Fireman's Pole. It was actually where he was last night, getting drunk and throwing his cash away. That was why he slept on the couch. He didn't want to disturb his girlfriend getting into bed. He also didn't want her to smell the alcohol and feminine perfumes on his clothes.
"Where are my clothes?" He pondered, scanning the room, only to find a scrunched up silver dress in the far corner. "That's not mine, is it?"
He went over to for a closer look, feeling his ass and tits jiggle with every step and his hips sway in a very unmanly way. It was only when he bent down to pick up the dress that he realised he was wearing heels. The heels were thankfully not that tall, but Devon was surprised that he walked in them so easily.
"I think this is mine... I mean, it matches the heels..." He thought aloud. "I gotta work out what the fuck is happening and fast!"
The sound of a key in the door froze him in place. Lauren was about to walk in on him in this state. He didn't have time to run, hide, or even cover himself with anything more than the dress in his hands.
"Honey! I'm home!" Lauren called out, the door opening painfully slow. "And I bumped into Richard on the way!"
As if having his girlfriend find him like this wasn't enough. Now her colleague from work was gonna see him too. The door finally opened all the way and Devon stood there mortified as Lauren and Richard laid eyes on him. He was trying to work out what to say, how to explain this, who to say he was. But then he saw a knowing smile on Lauren's lips.
"Hey, baby. You're looking good today!" She laughed.
"Holy shit! Is that really him?" Richard asked, draw practically hitting the floor.
They moved in closer, as if looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. Devon was lost for words and could do nothing but stand there, trying in vain to cover his new body. It was clear that neither of them were surprised by his transformation.
"What do you think, Devon?" Lauren asked.
"I think you did something to me, you bitch!" Devon snapped.
"I would have thought that was obvious, sweetie." She smirked. "It's a very simple spell, but in your case it's had quite the dramatic result!"
"What the fuck are you talking about!?" Devon shouted.
"I've known about your visits to that establishment for quite some time now, Devon." Lauren stated. "So I saved up some money for this spell. The witch said it was perfect for cheating men!"
"I never cheated on you!" Devon protested. "What's wrong with looking at other women from time to time?"
"Well this spell changes the target the more they've been unfaithful." Lauren added. "But enough of that! Are you enjoying yourself?"
Devon was about to ask her what she meant, when he realised Richard had been playing with his tits. He didn't know how long he'd been doing it for, but he found himself short of breath and feeling increasingly warm. He thought that had been down to anger, but now it was clear he was getting turned on.
"I... I don't..." Devon stammered, doing nothing to stop Richard's advancements. "Why can't I-"
"Get him to stop? Because deep down you know you love it!" Lauren giggled. "It's not just your body that's changed, my little slut!"
"Lets move this to the couch." Richard said firmly, taking Devon by the hand and leading him across the room. "Bend over for me!"
Without question or resistance, Devon complied with the request and got into position. Lauren moved to the back of the couch, while Richard stayed behind him. Devon suddenly felt two strong hands rest on his ass cheeks and lightly part them.
"Holy shit! This was here the whole time?" Richard laughed.
"What are you talking about?" Devon asked.
"Sweetie, you have a butt plug in your ass..." Lauren winked.
Devon shook his head. Surely he would have felt something in his ass. But then Richard tapped on it gently, sending shockwaves up into his body and eliciting a girly gasp of shock, or maybe even excitement. He could feel his pussy getting wetter and wetter the more Richard touched and played with his body.
"It's nice of you to prepare for me." Richard teased. "But we won't be needing this anymore..."
Without any other warning, he gripped the plug and twisted it slightly before it popped out. This time Devon let out a sound that was unmistakably a pleasurable moan, causing Lauren to giggle. He tried to give her an angry, hateful stare, but Richard chose that moment to examine his new pussy.
"Mmmmm fuck!" Devon purred. "Ah ah oh! Fuck!!"
"Nice and sensitive." Richard nodded. "But that can wait."
His fingers retreated, leaving Devon feeling empty and wanting. He never knew pleasure like this and as much as he wanted to hate it, he couldn't deny that he liked the attention. He wanted to reach back and play with his pussy, but couldn't bring himself to move.
"You've probably noticed by now that you're a little eager to follow instructions." Lauren giggled. "The spell makes you more submissive, especially to men."
"That's ridiculous!" Devon laughed incredulously.
"Oh. So you wanted to present yourself for Richard? You wanted to let him touch you and tease you?" Lauren pried. "Do you want to suck his cock?"
"What? No! Of course not!" Devon snapped angrily.
"Are you sure about that?" Richard asked, now standing in front of Devon with his pants down and cock pointing right at him. "Because I think you should?"
Devon wished he could stop himself, even for a few seconds, because it was mortifying how quickly he gave in and wrapped his lips around Richard's hard cock.
Before long he was worshipping it, running his tongue up and down the length of it, taking it deep in his throat, and even sucking on his balls for added measure.
To make matters worse, he was loving it. He loved the taste, the warmth, the hardness in his mouth. And he loved the grunts and groans of pleasure that Richard made as he pleased him. It would almost be shameful, if it didn't feel so damn good!
"You know what you're doing, right?" Lauren asked, rhetorically. "You're getting him ready to fuck you in the ass!"
Devon's eyes opened wide. It was true. He knew that this was where it was leading, but he couldn't stop himself or even slow it down. He was about to get fucked in the ass and he was ready for it, wanting for it. Even without Richard commanding him, he was excited for what was to come. They all knew it,
"I'm ready." Richard smirked, running his hand across Devon's hair.
With a pop, Devon pulled off of Richard's cock and stayed in position, waiting for the inevitable to come. He was excited for it, but beginning to worry. He didn't know if it would hurt, or worse, he could love it with all his heart.
Feeling what could only be Richard's cock against his asshole, Devon took a deep breath and prepared himself. Even though Richard was in full control and could easily have his way with him, he took his time and slowly pushed further and further.
The cock began slowly pushing its way inside, filling him up more and more. Devon was sure that Richard had to be balls deep, but in reality there was barely an inch inside of him. The slow anticipation of it was driving him crazy, his pussy dripping with arousal.
"We're halfway, Devon." Lauren smiled.
"I think it's time we stopped calling this slut 'Devon'!" Richard remarked. "I don't want to be balls deep thinking of him."
"She needs a name fitting of her new life." Lauren pondered for a moment, all the while Devon waited to be filled more. "Hmmmm... What do you think, sweetie?"
"I don't fucking care! Just fuck me!" Devon snapped. "Call me sweetie, a whore, a slut! I don't care! Just fuck me!"
"That's it! What better name for you, sweetie, than Candy?" Lauren giggled, raising her hands in celebration. "You're Candy, the new slut for that awful strip club. I'm sure you'll know the way to work!"
Candy didn't care about her hateful remarks. All she cared about was that Richard started pushing deeper once more. She finally felt his balls resting just above her soaking wet pussy and knew she was in for one hell of a ride.
Richard pulled out, almost just as slowly as he pushed his way in, but the pace was picking up. Soon enough he was pumping into her and she fucking loved it. Less than a minute in and she felt her pussy gush and her hips shake.
"How many women did you get private shows with?" Lauren asked. "I never thought you'd become this much of a cheap slut!"
"Does it matter? She'll be giving private shows from now on!" Richard grunted. "And she'll be popular!"
"Thank you for doing this for me, Richard." Lauren smiled. "Maybe once we send this bitch on her way, you could stick around for a bit?"
Ten minutes later and five mind melting orgasms, Candy felt Richard pull out. His big strong hands guided her to her knees where she looked up at him with lustful eyes. Shot after shot of warm cum hit her in the face and chest, dripping down her entire body.
"I'd say we've christened this slut." Richard moaned. "Now how abou-Oooh!"
Candy wasn't done yet. She wrapped her lips around his cock once more to get every last drop of cum. She never thought that cum would have this effect on her, but her pussy spasmed at the taste alone. Then, in the afterglow of her christening, she realised what she had done. What little bit of Devon that remained in her head was mortified and ashamed.
"What's wrong, Candy?" Lauren teased.
"I don't know. Something just doesn't feel right." Candy sighed. "I feel like I'm forgetting something..."
"Don't you have a shift tonight?" Richard suggested.
"Oh my god, you're right!" Candy gasped. "I should get going!"
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