Bad Brew

Never accept beer from a wizard bartender who you insulted. It never turns out well. Here's the low down my name was Nick I was a muscle bound hot head who liked 3 things, making fun of weakling, fucking bitches, and drinking beer. One night I'm going out on the town to some new bar that just opened up. Buddy of mine went he said the babes and the brews were magical. I thought he must been high or something. What do I care if I can get some bitch to end the night on my Hot Rod. it would be a good evening. 
     I get to the place around 7 or so on Friday walk in and to my unfortunate surprise the only person in there are some old as fucker standing behind the bar who looked like he would have trouble hold a glass let alone running a bar. I wanted to get something to drink before I left this excuse for a bar just so I could say I tried them before I wrote the place off. 
     I walked up to the Bar sat my ass done on one of the stools and ordered what ever was on tap. The old man took my order and made his way to the tap. He pored me a beer and brought it over and went back to clean dishes. After I finished I ordered another. although the company sucked ass the beer was damn good. The bartender slowly got me another. Once I had it I stared to cat to the old guy. 
"Hey barkeep where are all the Bitches at." I barked at him.
"Say again what do you mean I wouldn't allow dogs in here." He retorted
 "What you mean I said nothing about no dogs I said where are the bitches at. You know the hoes the women." 
"Oh I see your a misogynistic simpleton. That explains so much. 
"What did you call me old man." I yelled as I stood up. "You take back what you said or I'm going to bash you face in with my fist."
He backed away slowly as I moved closer till he was against the wall. "I'm sorry sir." he mumbled out as I got close enough to deliver on my threat. 
"That's what I thought, Now bring me another brew on the house and make it the good shit." I said as I sat down at my seat pushing my glass away.
"Yes sir." He meekly replied as he pulled an odd looking bottle from under the counter. He grabbed a new cup and pored the drink inside it. It was a pink swirl of color. 
"Wait right there Old man I'm not drinking no girly drink what is that." I yelled at him as he finished pouring.
"It's a bottle of Mutat malum hominis in utero habenti, a very rare drink form the heart of Amazonian forest. Very rich and very costly. Only 5 bottles are sold to the out side world per year." 
"Really well give it here then." I said taking the glass from the man. I drank the contents quickly and felt the alcohol effects almost immediately I was light headed already. I ordered another he pored it just the same, and I drank it just the same. I keep doing so getting drunker and drunker as I went. Unknown to me at the time I was also getting more womanly as I drank. The Bartender watched with a smile on my face as I transformed. 
     Finally I passed out falling backwards as my body finished it's transformation. In the end I looked nothing like my old self. I was shorter, slimmer, no muscle mass at all, and to top it all of I was 8 months pregnant. 
     That was last week. The wizard said that this new form was punishment for how I treated him and I would adapt to my new body but my mind would always be mine own. He also said that the drink would make me extremely fertile and crave men when ever I could get pregnant. Also as a side effect I could only ever have girls when I gave birth. So now I need to find a man to shack up with so when the baby comes and I start on the next one I can have some help.

Cosplaying as a Cosplayer

Phillip was a senior in high school. He made good money at his job, and was making payments on a car too. With a long weekend coming up, he was making plans to go to E3 with some friends. While looking at videos and chatrooms online talking about what the upcoming E3 would feature, he stumbled upon a group of geeks talking about what cosplayers would be there. He started loading the chatroom with his opinions of cosplayers, and basically judging these nerds as he knew there would be little consequence. He continued picking on the kids until he got a peculiar text on his phone:

“Alright you think very little of cosplayers so I doubt you’ve ever given it a real shot. We all enjoy dressing as our favorite game and anime characters so since E3 starts tomorrow, I’m going to give you a front row seat to cosplaying. Enjoy, and I’ll see you there!”

Phillip got off the chatroom after this, he didn’t like the fact these internet dweebs had somehow gotten his phone number. He started playing video games to get his mind off it, and by the time he went to bed it was practically forgotten.

Waking up was strange for Phillip. Upon opening his eyes he realized he was no longer in his room. He was in a well-furnished hotel room. He was bombarded by different odd sensations all over his body, but he found he was incapable of investigating them. Phillip had no control over this body. He could only watch as his body got up from bed, tits jiggling much to Phillips shock, and sauntered to the bathroom. Phillip endured a female pee-break, an immensely disturbing experience for a straight male such as him. After he was forced to wash his hands the girl behind the wheel checked out her reflection, and Phillip saw that he was now riding shotgun in the body of a very attractive blonde bombshell. This girl began getting ready for the day, doing her hair, makeup, and donning a very slutty cheerleader outfit. Phillip had to watch and feel every stroke from her makeup brushes, every tug and prim to her hair, and each sexy piece of clothing being pulled tightly into place. By the end of it Phillip looked and felt like a complete bimbo.

This body’s driver did a bit of modeling in the hotel mirror, holding her smartphone in one hand, and a plastic chainsaw in the other. Phillip was forced to make pouty faces, big sexy grins, and push what now felt like his tits together, all for the camera. From reading her phone screen as she posted pictures to social media, Phillip learned he was in for a ride-along in the body of one Jessica Nigri. Apparently Jessica was a cosplayer of some following, and no wonder, Phillip saw how sexy she was, and by extension, how sexy HE now was! The words of the text of yesterday came back to him “front row seat.” Shit they weren’t kidding.

Jessica met up with some friends and fans at the hotel, being sweet nice and bubbly at all times. She even put on the alter ego of her cosplay, sucking on lollipops and acting like a general airheaded cheerleader. Once Jessica finally arrived at E3, she took some pictures outside, posing and signing things for every geek that recognized her. She seemed to relish the attention that all these people showered her with, even sneaking glances at some of the guys. Phillip on the other hand was squirming, he hated being seen as a bimbo, and hated even more being forced to act as one, and he felt especially gross whenever Jessica would direct their shared eyes to the crotches of the more muscular male E3 goers.

After what felt like hours, Jessica told her friends she was going to the bathroom and she’d catch them up in a few minutes. Phillip was forced to endure more stares as Jessica swung her hips and ass side to side on her way to the restroom. He was a little confused when Jessica walked pass the girl’s restroom and into a maintenance closet down the hall. In here she sat down facing the door, humming to herself absently. Phillip was apprehensive when a rather well built man in his early 20’s, dressed as some video game character, walked in with a grin on his face. As soon as the door shut behind him he slid the lock into place.

“Hello Phillip, you look adorable today.” He mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though he eyed Jessica up and down with appreciation.

“Thanks Master.” Jessica said cheerfully, in the same tone of voice she used whenever she was playing the bimbo cheerleader. Phillip would have been speechless even if he could wrestle control away from Jessica.

“Don’t waste too much brain power on this Phillip, I saw you bullying those cosplaying kids and figured I should teach you a lesson about bullying. Seeing as I already planned to make Jessica my little bimbo today I figured you might as well tag along. The beautiful Jessica won’t remember the time we spend in this closet, but you Phillip,” with this he paused for just long enough to unbuckle his pants and pull out his rock hard 8’’ dick. “Will remember every little detail.”

Phillip was horrified at what the man was suggesting, but his horror only grew as Jessica got up and sauntered over to the man, pulling her tits out from her top, and grabbing this strange man’s cock, jacking it off as Phillip was made to kiss him passionately. He wanted to vomit as his borrowed body fell to its knees, taking the man’s cock into Jessica’s mouth. Tasting the sweat on his dick, Phillip wanted to scream, but he was forced instead to moan like a slut. His head bobbed up and down the length of this cock, feeling his pussy growing wet despite his intentions. Phillip felt ashamed that Jessica’s body, his current body was enjoying this immensely filling Phillip’s mind with the pleasure of being dominated and the satisfaction of pleasing this man. He lost himself to his bimboish actions and pleasurable sensations, and when the man on which he sucked began to tense and grunt, Phillip almost looked forward to what was coming. Filled with pleasure and shame Phillip swallowed the man’s unnaturally large load. Warm cum slid down his throat and he moaned like the little slut he now clearly was.

After cleaning off the man’s dick, Jessica put her tits back in her top, stood up, and chirped “Thanks for the snack.”

“Anytime Phillip.” The man responded smugly, he pulled a lollipop from his pocket and gave it to Jessica who gladly began to lick it sensually. “Now Phillip listen closely, I know you’re scared and confused but try to enjoy yourself. This convention will be going on for a few days and Jessica has all kinds of events and costumes to share with you. I’ll be seeing you again soon.” He finished with a wink. He opened to the door and gestured for Jessica to leave first.

“See ya around, stud.” Phillip was forced to say before sauntering out of the closet, receiving a swift smack on his bubbly ass on the way out. Jessica practically skipped to the ladies room, happily sucking on the lollipop. She adjusted her makeup in the mirror before blowing herself a kiss saying “This is gonna be the best convention ever!”

Phillip was trying his best to stay calm. He was just mouth raped, but his soaked panties only testified that he’d loved it. He was so nervous about how long he’d be in this woman’s body, and just what else he’d be subjected to whilst here. One thing he knew for sure though, he’d never bully anyone, online or otherwise, ever again.

Becoming her slave

I loved my my girlfriend Maria. She was a fun person, and was really good in bed. On top of that she was really freakin hot.  The only problem with was that she was a crazy bitch sometimes. She would sometimes try to act dominaant with me  and would freak out if I so much as talked to another girl. Unfortunately I knew this was a huge problem and even though I tried to assure her I would never cheat, she would still freak out. I knew that our relationship would never work out, so I met up with heroutside her house. she looked good, wearing short shorts that showed of her round ass and toned legs. It was hard, but I let her know what was up and reluctantly broke up with her. She did not take well to this at all, immediately yelling in rage. She announced that she was actually a witch and that she was going to make me pay. She said that leaving her was not an option for me. I laughed, as I believe this, until she pointed a finger at me causing me to to fall to my knees in pain.

I began to feel pain in my torso as if my insides were rearranging themselves. I next felt a burning sensation in my face as my nose shrunk and my eyes turned blue and became more striking. The rest of my face became more defined and feminine by the second until anyone would thought it belonged to a woman. My blonde hair turned inro a reddish brown and extended down to the middle of my back and straightened itself. The muscle in my arms converted to a thin fatty layer, an I began to feel a crack in my back as my spine began to curve outward, pushing my butt out as well. Next my chest muscle started changing. It didn't go down, but rather pushed outward and becoming a soft pair of D cup breasts. My abs also changed, developing a poochy stomach in the process. My hips expanded outward quite a bit, and my legs, particularly my thighs gained some girth as well. My ass got a lot bigger an fatter becoming  plump an round in the process. My Height decreased from 6 foot to a shorter 5'6. Although I was shorter now, I was still taller than Maria. Finally my dick began to shrink rapidly and it inverted into my body, becoming a tight wet pussy. I was now fully a woman and I let out a soft feminine moan. My clothes were drastically altered after that. My undershirt shrunk until it cupped my boobs, becoming a push up bra. My gray shirt started to alter as well with the sleeves becoming shorter and more girly looking. The neckline of the shirt also opened to a v-neck, showing of a fair ammout of my new cleavage.My jeans changed to a more elastic material and became a pair of maroon spandex leggings. This pushed my huge ass up more, but also caused discomfort since my boxers were now bunched up in one place. This didn't last long, howver, as my boxers shrank into a tiny black g-string. My shoes turned into a pair of white heels. After that my transformation was complete, or so I thought.

Maria approached me and said, " Noone dumps me! The good news is, you will have a long life and live hundreds of years. The bad news, for you at least is  that you will be my sex slave the rest of your life hahahaha" She then said, "You will refer to me as master for everything," and snapped. "Yes master, " I said in my feminine voice before covering my mouth. "That's better, " said Maria smiling. She walked up to me and gripped my fat ass and said "This is gonna work out fine." " Ooh master," I said. I accepted my fate to spend the rest of my days as her sex slave. At least my master was a hot chick, right.

Wrong!!! because Maria figured that since I wanted to be so friendly with other girls when I was a guy, I should do the same with guys now that I was a woman. She ordered me to place my hands on a bench and twerk my ass for all the oncoming traffic to see. I was unable to refuse and was soon showcasing by massive cheeks for the entire city to enjoy. As I did this, she smacked my ass shouting "come fuck this sexy ass bitch everyone." I was embarrassed but had no choice but to obey. It wasn't ten minutes before we had some company in the form of guy interested in taking maria up on her offer

She led us into an alley and had me squat down before she led our new "friend" over to me. She playfully pulled down his pants and.... well thats when I took his large erect dick in my mouth and enthusiastically sucked it as Maria smiled in pleasure. Somehow I felt hapy doing it, knowing that it was making my master happy. It was then I realized the curse had mentally changed me to feel happpiness whenever she was pleased. When i was finished with the blowjob, she laughed and said "Now if you like, you can have the pleasure of fucking my slave." I was nervous for my first time having sex as a woman but knew was worth it if master was pleased

Drunk Slut

Sam was an obnoxious idiot. He would always go to the same club every weekend, get beligerantly drunk, and creepily hit on girls. He thought that since he was cut with muscle and good looking he could get any girl he wanted, but this wasn't true at all. All of his friends had had enough of his idiocy and therefore no longer hung out with him. However, he didn't take this as motivation to change his ways and continued to annoy everyone around him. 

One night the nightclub's owner was out making sure things were going well in her club. She was about thirty years old, looked really hot and therefore could blend in with her patrons very well. The atmosphere of the club seemed great until she ran into a very obnoxious man who appeared to be extremely drunk(Sam). Sam walked up to her and said, " Hey babe, how would you like to get out of here and have some fun," before he smacked her ass. The owner was so mad that she smacked him hard across the face. Staggering back, Sam walked away as though nothing happened and continued to do the same to other girls. The owner was mortified at this, and thought about calling security, but decided against it because she had another plan. The owner, little did Sam know, was a very powerful witch, and you know what they say: don't piss off a witch.

The owner stopped time in its place, started chanting a spell and sent a blast of power right into Sam's chest right before starting time back up again. Sam began to feel pain throughout his whole body. This subsided except in his face, which gained thicker dimples, a more chiseled jawline, and an overall more feminine look. A layer of make up and blush also appeared on his face which made him feel very strange. His blonde hair lengthened down to the middle of his back and styled itself. The muscle in his arms turned to fat, but the mass wasn't to where his arms looked flabby. The remainder of the fat travelled to his chest and started to form two flesh mounds. They expanded until he had a pair of C cup breasts. Next Sam's height decreased as he shrunk ten inches from 6'2 to a smaller 5'4. His waist started to fel like it was caving in as width started to increase in hips. All of his abs disappeared and a thin layer of fat formed where they once were. A lot of fat travelled to his ass which became very round and plump. His legs also started to thicken up, especially his thighs which thickened to support his now wide hips and large ass. He next felt a sharp pain in his groin as he felt his dick suddenly become erect and then suddenly decrease in size. It decreased until it started to invert and become a moist vagina that made her feel a sudden wave of pleasure. Her clothes started making their changes after that. A pair of gold earings and a matching gold bracelet appeared on her. Her button up shirt and pants merged together. Most of the sleeves disappeared into thin air and they re-formed to look like shoulder straps. Her pants shortened to just above her knees until her pants and shirt looked like a tight fitting dress that showed off her thick figure very nicely. Her undershirt morphed into a hot pink bra that wrapped around her breasts. Her boxers shrunk into a tiny matching thong that fit smoothly in between her ass. Her shoes turned into a pair of heels that matched her dress. Finally her mind began to change. She remembered herself as Samantha the fun loving party girl. She spent every weekend getting drunk and dancing on random guys before going home with them. All the guys knew she was an easy lay, so a guy walked up and smacked her ass. She just giggled and smiled at him like the drunk slut she was.

From hunter to prey

As a man I never had any issues picking up women. Even being average looking I could always come home from the club with a new conquest. Nothing that difficult really, one or two drink offered, a couple of clichéd pick up lines and the trick was done. I guess my way of life really impacted me in the way I treat women and on the opinion I have of most of them. To me they are just… disposable, like a prop, and eventually I’ve been confronted about it.

It was Sarah, one friend of mine and one of the few women I actually respected, who one day threw a temper tantrum at me, saying that I was an asshole in and that I should have experienced how difficult it was to be a female and how degrading it was to be treated like nothing more than a piece of meat. I shrugged it off, women can get so emotional for minor things after all. Never would I have thought that she would have gone through with it.

When I saw the bodysuit she had bought for me I was speechless. It looked so creepy with its soulless eyes staring back at me from the box. And I should have worn it that thing? No way! But she convinced me in the end. We made a deal: I had to go clubbing wearing it and pretending to be a woman in order to experience how it felt like. If I accepted, she would have gone out on a date with me while wearing it and she would have had sex with me. She knew perfectly well how to persuade me. After all I had been after her for countless years, and the fact that she was one of the few women I was actually interested in dating and that she would constantly turn me down always drove me crazy. Plus despite how creepy that suit looked without any person filling it, it actually would have made an incredibly hot woman. Those humongous tits in particular were particularly tempting. I was amused at the idea of transforming my best friend into a busty eye candy. In the end I accepted the terms and wore it.

I have to admit that getting ready for my night out was quite difficult. While I was able to slip into the suit with no problems and despite how natural it felt, I soon learned to my expense that women have to go through a very long process before they can be ready to go out. Doing my hair and make-up was a pain in the ass, as well as walking around in the high heels Sarah prepared for me. And those huge tits turned out to be really heavy and really uncomfortable to carry around, constantly getting in the way and jiggling uncontrollably with every step I took. They looked and felt nice though, and after a little bit of practicing I was soon able to get around on my new shoes with little to no problem. Besides, I didn’t really need to go around in those, I would have just sat at the bar and waited for men to flock at me. I knew how that worked, and I would have had one hell of an evening in the end.

Just as I planned it didn’t took long for me to start getting approached by men. In no time I managed to get three drinks offered, and I was basking in all that attention. All of this was pretty new to me given my new perspective, and even the poorest pick-up line would flatter me, and it felt so good to have all those eyes on me. I actually planned to play hard to get a lot more than what I actually ended up doing. Maybe it was the drinks that now were a lot more effective in getting me drunk due to my new body, or maybe Sarah fucked around with the personality settings of the suit more than I thought. What stands it that by the end of the night I was in the back seat of some guy’s car ready for some sexy time. The deal never required for me to actually get all the way through with my experience as a woman, and I was pretty scared of what was about to happen. But I just shrugged all my doubts off and decided that since I was there I might as well truly understand how it felt like for women. Needless to say, it was the most incredible experience of my life.

That should have been it. I had won the bet and now I was owed the date I always wanted. But for some reason I still have not collected my winning. I keep going with my mind to that evening. What was I thinking? I had sex with the first rando who offered me a drink and told me some nice words. I behaved like a slut! That couldn’t possibly have been me! Why am I even still thinking about it? That was it, I did what I had to do, and the woman I impersonated will never be heard of again, right? Sure, I still have the suit, but that is only for Sarah to use now. And I will never see that guy again. That was the plan. This is driving me crazy. Why was I so stupid to give him my real number? But most importantly, why isn’t he still calling me? I feel so… used.

Just Deserts

"I cant believe she thought I was working late again. Then again I married Cindy for her looks not her brains." Greg got out of the car brushed off the lipstick from his collar and walked inside to what he thought would be another cold dinner with Cindy. When he walked in tonight he saw Cindy sitting in the middle of a blood red pentagram on the floor.

"Hi Greg. How was 'work?'" Cindy said in the dick shriveling tone of voice only a spurned wife can access."Ughh fine. What's all this?"

"Oh this is just what I will be using to help me serve your just deserts. When you phoned you would be out again I had my sister follow you. She let me know the truth that you have been cheating. She also told me about a delightful punishment for you."

"Sweetie, I don't know what your sister told you..?" Greg clutched at his throat "What happened to my voice?!?" he said in a new and soft high pitch. 

"That would be the 1st of the changes."
"Like what changes? and umm why am I totally talking like an airhead?"

"My sister is a witch and this spell she taught me allowed me to curse you into the type of woman you think I am. Once the changes are complete we will see what's in store for you next." Cindy said with a smirk

Just then the changes began to affect Greg's body rapidly. His nipples got hard as his breasts expanded pushing them against the fabric of his shirt. Soon his hair was flowing down his neck to his shoulders shrinking him to the point where his proportions no longer fit his clothes. The spell took care of that next contracting the fabric into a tank top and tight skirt. As his dick shriveled into his body forming a vagina the change was complete and Brooke let you a stunned "EEP!"

"Ya know if ya was this hawt maybe you could keep a man."

"I see so I am just some bimbo to you. A pair of tits and ass that can't keep a man?" Cindy was enraged now "Fine then you are going to enjoy your heightened libido, and since you made me abort our 1st baby so you would have more flexibility in your 'career' I am going to maximize your fertility to replace the one I lost." Cindy said the final words of the curse in latin and vanished in a puff of smoke. 

Brooke moaning as the final affects of the curse took hold of her soon snapped out of her trance
"Mmmm Like what was I thinking again?" She felt her loins sizzle and begin to drip in anticipation. "Duh I was thinking about where to go out! I hope I can find a guy who like just wants to fuck! 

9  months later

 

                                                                 
 "I am like so lucky I found that totes nice lady named Cindy to adopt my baby." 
"Plus she said if I ever had any more kids she would be happy to adopt them too. Which is great cause like my boyfriend Paul says sex isn't any fun with condoms hehe."   

Pregnant Party Tricks

Depending on your party style Ben was either the 1st guy you wanted to see at a party or the last. Ben would show up drunk and get worse from there. That was bad enough but he wasn't a funny or happy drunk. No the drunker he got the more critical he got always liking to tell people how to live their lives.

By about the 4th jaeger bomb Ben was in fine fashion insulting anything that moved, when he saw the painfully pregnant Claire walk into the room. That was when he walked up to her and said I don't know how you can show your face in public after getting knocked up by some random guy. Who do you think can ever love you after something like this?

Utterly disgusted she slapped Ben Just because I don't have a man in my life doesn't mean I am not loved. My sister's have taught me more than you will know. She then began to mutter something in Latin. Shortly after walking away to care for the bruise forming on his cheek Ben began to feel flushed. Ben went to the bathroom feeling like he was going to be sick.

Each step he took he wobbled more and felt more queasy. He got to the bathroom just in time to begin throwing up. As he hugged the bowl he struggled to avoid getting vomit in long hair that draped over his face. In the middle of it all Claire walked in to hold her hair back.

As Bridget got up from the toilet she tripped over her new heels, stumbling into Claire's arms. Whoa there Bridget, you got to watch yourself high heels and booze don't always mix. Bridget look at Claire confused till she saw herself in the mirror. Shocked by her new appearance she grabbed at her breasts and let out a girlish YELP.

What did you do to me! Bridget demanded.

Well remember how I was saying that my sister's taught me a lot? Yeah those are my coven sisters. The Latin only you could hear after you insulted me was a curse and now you will be a woman until you can find a man who loves you. Claire explained.

If you find a man who would love Bridget you will have a choice stay a woman for the man who loves you or go back to your old life.  

But how can I love a man if I am not attracted to men? Bridget began to panic.

You are not attracted to women right now. Don't believe me? Come on then take a feel. Claire slipped her tits out of her dress and placed Bridget's hands on them. For good measure she leaned in for a deep kiss. By the time she pulled away Bridget was quite unfazed. Got any more questions sweetie? All right then go get em! she said slapping Bridget on the ass.

Bridget didn't know where to get started so she started where Ben would have with more jaeger bombs. By the time she woke up the next morning after blacking out she didn't remember what happened. Spotting what she assumed was her bra hanging from the fan she figured she had met someone. Hoping one night in the sack with a drunk Bridget was enough to fool some dumb frat boy into love she tried to get out of bed.

As she became more aware of herself she saw her massive belly. Whether because of the panic of the new situation of because of morning sickness Bridget ran to the bathroom. Shortly after vomiting Claire's reflection appeared in the mirror. Well well well look who is knocked up?

Bridget turned to the mirror furiously WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
Nothing Claire responded you did this to yourself. You should learn how to control yourself around 'random guys'. Otherwise who do you think could ever love you after something like this? Claire's reflection left the mirror the sound of her laughter taunting Bridget.

Bridget remained undeterred. All I have to do is find a man who will love pregnant me and this will all be over. She said trying to calm herself as she collected her things.

Little did she know this wasn't a curse to force her to find love. No this curse made Bridget a ready made fertile floozy. Anytime Bridget would have a drink she would be compelled to get blackout drunk and if she was with a man they would fuck and she would be pregnant again. Pregnancy made the spell permanent Bridget didn't know it yet but this would be her life.