Dean was a perv. Constantly cat-calling ladies and making runs at them. Today's target was a sexy Latina waking sure the street. Dean made the mistake of confronting the witch, she smiled sweetly knowing the consequences. The more he talked dirty to her and treated her inappropriately, the stronger the spell would become. He grabbed hold and squeezed her ass, and just to encourage him she let out a soft moan which he took as permission to continue. She let him grab her and grind his cock against her sweet pussy and let him kiss her slow before firmly placing a hand on his chest and pushing him away.
"That should do. Good luck tonight," she winked at him and walked away. Dean would never have just let her go like that, but something stopped him from pursuing her and instead urged him to go home and relax.
He stepped inside and went to the fridge to grab a beer, but as he reached for it, he realized he didn't want one. He needed to watch his figure more anyways, can't have a bunch of flab. Well, at least not in the wrong places. Wait, what? I must be tired. I'm fine the way I am, Dean thought to himself as he sat on his sofa. But still it wouldn't hurt to get a bit more toned. Besides a good body is necessary to attract those muscular men, I just need to make sure my boobs and ass don't lose anything. Those need to stay big.
No! What?! Dean grabbed his head, willing the thoughts to leave him and silently they slipped away. He looked at his trembling hands, he was not a woman, he didn't have to worry about any guys. Girls bowed to him. He shakily walked to the bathroom to wash his face to clear his mind. I probably should invest in some moisturizer, oh! And some tanning and massage oils! Summer is coming and I HAVE to be sure my skin is looking as sexy as my body. Awh, those studs on the beach won't be able to look away!
"Ahhhhh!!!" Dean yelled in frustration. "Get out of my head!!!" Slowly they left, leaving a lingering trace of feminity behind. He splashed cold water over his sweating face and stared at his reflection. Nothing looked different, except his eyes. He could've sworn they were a darker shade of blue and had some...brown on the edges?
He must be going crazy. Something he ate? A disease? His coworker slipped him some drugs? Dean headed back to the living room but stopped. Wow. Did i just see what i was wearing? That is unacceptable. I can't believe I went out wearing something like that!? And to work too! What did Danny think of this horrendous outfit? I'm so stupid! There's no way he'll ask me out if don't dress up nice for him!!! No. I need to change now.
Panicking and all huffed up, Dean hurried back to his room. He shut the door and started undressing until he stood naked in front of the mirror. Dean awoke. "How did I get here?" He looked at his chubby body. "Why am I naked?" Fear set in as the thoughts bubbled back into his mind. He was still in control but something was changing. His eyes had become entirely brown. "Mmmhhhh this is going to fun," he heard a foreign voice whisper while biting his lower lip. He let out a moan of pleasure but, to his alarm, in a much higher voice. "More, more," the whispering continued. His nipples started to turn darker and expanded ever so slightly. "Yes, please" The voice said as he felt himself grinding the countertop with his rock hard cock. Fat across his belly began moving up behind his now large areolas. Pleasure oozed into his mind. When once his thoughts from the feminine force were separate, they now began to merge. He reached his much slimmer arm up and began massaging one very sensitive areola. "Oohhhhh," he moaned. Wait, he moaned. Not her, him, but how could he stop something so pleasurable? He needed more and started massaging his ever growing breasts causing waves of tingling pleasure to wash over his body. The ecstasy built. Harder. More. He closed his eyes and imagined a man grabbing, touching, squeezing his soft, delicate breasts. Breathing into his ear, nipping his neck, and touching the delicate folds of his rose. Dean breathed out a whimper and reached back to massage his neck, barely surprised to find it covered with long, luscious hair, and gently rubbed behind his ear. His other arm reached down slowly, savoring the feeling of his toned belly before reaching his...cock.
"No, that won't do." His voice faint, soft, perfect. He gently grabbed it and walked to his bed, hips swaying side to side, breasts bouncing with each step. Everything felt so good, so right. Well except one thing, but this is a moment to savor. Dean sat on bed and started rubbing his cock. His soft moans slowly intensified as the pressure built but no matter how hard he tried nothing came. He went harder, moving his dainty hands faster and faster. His cock slowly receded and soon she was fingering her fresh vagina. "OOHHHHH," she cried out. That felt different. Her insides screamed with the growing orgasm. She rapidly moved her fingers in and out until they brushed something that caused waves of pleasure to rack her body. Can't stop. Can't stop. She leaned against the wall and built up the pleasure. Ohh. Ohh. Ahh. Ahhh. Ahhhhhh!!! She screamed as she came, streams of cum shot out and her body rocked as the ecstasy continued raging through her feminine form. She lay there convulsing in pleasure for what seemed like hours before the pleasure ebbed away. "Mmmhhhh," she rubbed her sensitive breasts, "so much better." I think I need to find the two of you a bra." A hand reached down to her rose, "and you look like you need a little more attention." She slipped her fingers in and immediately felt the orgasm begin to build.