As dawn started breaking, David figured it was time to get on with his day. He floated down to his bedroom to reconnect with his body.
"What the fuck!" David internally yelled in shock. His body was gone. "What?"
If he’d had a heartbeat, it would have skipped one, maybe two beats as David’s spirit aggressively hovered around.
His body wasn’t in the bathroom, nor the shower, not even his office. He floated downstairs and finally saw himself… making bacon. "Huh???" David staggered back.
"Oh, there you are." A grin appeared on David’s body’s face. "Can’t believe you left such a prime host out for the taking. Usually I have to fight for a male body like this." David’s body flexed, his smile never changing.
"Get out, fucker!" David silently screamed, zooming at his body in the desperate hope of regaining control.
"Pshhhh." The intruder raised his stolen hand; the body’s eyes went black. "Come on, seriously? That’s all you got? I’m a demon. Spiritually tackling me won’t get you the prize." The eyes flipped back to white with brown irises.
The grin never left the face as David was rebuffed, thrown out of his own house as his spirit went tumbling through the city neighborhood.
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Angela was getting her shop ready when she heard her ward alarm trigger. It was a simple device, a bell chime much like when a store door is opened by a customer, but no door had opened. A spirit had entered her abode.
She checked her ring on her left pinky. The quartz was flashing yellow. A desperate spirit, but not evil. She quickly glanced at a candle she had lit earlier at dawn. The single fire raged tall and wildly. Powerful but untrained. She felt the chill in the air, so she looked up to greet it.
"What do you need, spirit-oh! Hey! STOP! Hells what?"
The spirit rushed toward her, blowing past her initial defenses as it moved against her spirit. A male energy, of course. She confronted him, still attempting to rebuff his access, but she was quickly losing ground.
"Need… Power… Fight… Demon." She heard the male presence defend itself as it attempted to take spiritual energy. "Oh no you don’t!" She gripped her service counter with determination as the internal battle raged. But the spirit was risking its own existence against its goal.
Noticing the spirit’s dwindling reserves, Angela finally came to a conclusion. She would lose this fight, but win the war. She retreated within herself, waiting.
——————
David gasped. Air. Real air!
He had been scouring the city for anything that could help him against the Demon, and this shop radiated energy. So he dove in and, he guessed, possessed the witch. He looked down, seeing massive tits bound in a very thin dress.
"Holy shit," he breathed, surprised at a feminine voice breaking the silence. The tits were distracting as he instinctively groped them. A sensitive shiver greeted him. His nipples felt odd rubbing against the soft fabric.
"I’m a chick?" He still couldn’t believe it. He had never tried possessing someone before. He turned to a mirror to inspect himself.
He bounded on his toes, causing his new endowment to practically quake. He brushed his hair out of his eyes as an unfamiliar feeling of femininity seeped in from the long hair on his borrowed head to the toes crammed in heels.
"Come on, David, don’t get distracted… You have a mission," he reminded himself. He perused the shop looking for any bits and bobs that might help turn the tide against the Demon residing in his actual body.
———————
David walked up to his own house. It was still early in the morning, and the low sun was casting a warm orange glow. David felt extremely odd. His heels clacked and tits bounced with every step. He hadn’t bothered to change; there was no time. In a hastily assembled purse, he had haphazardly thrown an assortment of different-colored crystals. "One of these has to be useful," David practically begged.
David bent over to punch in his key lock code.
The light blinked green, and he entered his own home, ready for a fight.
He found his tormentor sitting on the couch, watching Game of Thrones. Three dirty plates, covered in bacon grease and crumbles, were on the coffee table as the Demon in David’s body lounged.
The Demon’s brown eyes lazily flicked up, looking at the busty girl who entered his new lair. His eyes quickly flickered black. The familiar grin appeared on his face.
"So let me get this straight." He paused the show, standing up. "You went out and got yourself a witch to take back your body. That’s hilarious."
"Shut up, you stupid piece of shit!" Angela’s voice pierced the room as David responded, picking up a dark crystal and throwing it at his body.
The crystal hit him square in the chest.
"Ow! That was kinda pointy!" the Demon yelped. Another thrown green crystal hit him in the head. "Ow! You know, if you had this body’s strength, that might actually hurt me," he teased.
David readied his third crystal, closing the distance.
"But… you don’t, and you really don’t know what you are doing." David’s stolen voice turned sour and the black eyes turned sinister.
David readied another crystal, a pink one, and stepped forward. Unfortunately, his male body raised a hand, and a deep metallic voice left the Demon’s lips.
Stop
The witch’s body stopped as the pink crystal slipped out of her small hand. "You really came in here without any active wards," David’s cruel voice tutted. "You probably should have talked to the witch instead of just stealing her shit." David couldn’t move his new body. A bead of sweat dropped down his forehead and landed on his cleavage as he struggled against the command. The Demon got closer, his black eyes soaking in his prey. "What a fine specimen too. Good taste. I think I may have some fun." His hand moved down, groping an ample breast. David felt the warm grip squeeze his asset.
"Hmmmm, let me think. How about…"
You are my slut. You want me. You want to pleasure me. You want to serve me. The thought of that makes you extremely horny. Release.
David collapsed to his knees as the grip on Angela’s body was removed. He looked up, seeing his old body offer a hand. He grasped it, feeling a warm tingling over his entire body. It felt good. He put the hand on his cheek. He put the thumb in his mouth.
"Ahhh, good girl. Quick learner." A smile appeared on the Master’s face.
David felt good. A compliment from his Master. Or… her Master? He did say that they were a good *girl*.
Master says good girl. You are a good girl.
The Demon’s eyes remained fixed on David as her plump new lips worked around his thumb. A tingling sensation welled in David’s lower abdomen, warmth spreading steadily through her body. Her Master smiled, sending another flutter of emotion through her. She continued sucking his thumb diligently while her Master watched the final moments of his show. "You would not believe how hard it is for a guy like me to watch TV," he said lazily as the credits began to roll. "Anyway, let's take your old body for a spin. I’ve been impressed with its physique, and I’m eager to see whether its previous owner enjoys how I use it." He slipped his thumb from his pet’s mouth. David eagerly led her Master to what had once been her bedroom, already tugging herself free of the dress.Beg for him.
David got on her previous bed and raised her ass, letting her damp black thong show her devotion. "I am yours. I need you," she whispered. Deep within the womanly flesh, David struggled against these emotions and desires. This was wrong, but it felt so right. Deeper still, in the recesses of the woman, a fuming Angela watched in horror as her body submitted to a Demon. "This was so easy. Honestly. Wasn’t expecting to get both a new body and a witch servant today," Master mused while slowly taking off his shirt.Give him a show.
Too eager, the slut rolled over and started to play with herself, imagining an all too familiar cock between her legs.
"Gods, my compulsion has gotten to you," Master continued to speak over David’s girlish moans. "Don’t worry, when you take my load, your life will be complete. Now, clean my dick, you should remember how best it likes it."
David practically jumped at the opportunity to suck her Master's dick, fully embracing it within her lips, her mouth, her throat.
She was thankful for her previous experience receiving blowjobs, as she was eager to show her Master how this cock likes it best.
After some time, strong hands placed themselves on her shoulders, shoving her off and turning her around as her Master took her.
The feeling of a cock splitting her folds, filling her need, it was impossibly good. "More, more, more please-please," she moaned in heat.
"I think I might be better with this cock, than you were," her Master rightfully said, as he continued to thrust and thrust, his hips clashing against her thick ass.
Much like the morning thunder, a rolling sense of pleasure crackled through her body as her body submitted to an orgasm.
Her Master grunted in response, "Take my load. Become my thrall, witch." His dick pulsed. Fuck, she could actually feel it inside of her, filling her up. It twitched and warmth filled her pussy. A hot fire started to rage inside her.
Her Master collapsed beside her, panting. "Fuck!" he breathed. "That took a lot out of me. Haven’t imprinted on someone since the 80s." David felt the cum slowly drip out of her twitchy vagina.
Suddenly, David felt a lack of control. Her eyes darted this way and that on their own accord, before finally focusing on a pink crystal lying on the ground that David mistakenly threw at her Master.
On autopilot, Angela’s body left the bed, moving to the crystal. Angela’s black-nailed hand picked up the quartz before turning to Master.
To David’s shock, words left Angela’s lips, in an assertive tone, full of power.
May this body no longer be suitable, Demon. Begone to the hells!
A flash of pink light filled the room, as the Demon’s face took on a grimace. "So the true Witch returns… What did you do to my body, bitch!" As if to answer, David’s blond hair suddenly lengthened into a blonde mane. His physical frame softened, as the body rapidly shrunk. "Fuck!" A girlish yelp came from the Demon. The biggest tits David had ever seen suddenly burst out of the white tank top, which was quickly becoming an overtaxed pink sport bra.
Within a few moments, David’s old body was gone, and a blonde bimbo was pouting in his place.
Angela’s voice once again spoke through, leaving the true David just a viewer. "Like I said, Demon, begone. I know you Demons take male hosts."
A cruel smile appeared on the busty blonde. "Well, I’ll be gone for just a moment. I already see my mark filling your needy cunt and trickling down your thigh, sweet witch. You will be summoning me personally for another good fucking by end of day."
The body collapsed to the ground, almost lifeless.
Angela turned to a mirror, looking at herself. Naked, cum leaking out of her pussy. She made eye contact, seeing her possessor still riding her body as second fiddle. "Okay asshole, your turn." David didn’t quite catch what she said as she pointed at the collapsed woman.
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David woke up to the biggest tits he had ever seen in his life. On him! His hands instinctively went to grab them. Was this a dream?
"Fuck! They're real! Fuck! He was a chick. Fuck! What happened," he thought in a panic.
"Hey, interloper," a female voice, laced with venom, broke his mental spiral.
He looked up and saw the goth witch, Angela, looking at him. She was sipping some tea at his bar counter, her body filling out one of David's bathrobes. An emotional dagger pierced David’s heart.
"Holy fuck… I fucked up. I didn’t even know I could fuck up that bad," David pleaded, surprised at his breathy voice but pushing through. "Holy fuck. I’m sorry. I panicked. I didn’t know what was going on."
"That was obvious, sweetie. You were throwing charged crystals at him like rocks. It’s only lucky that you brought something useful, and that he fully spent himself… spent himself fucking *me*." She took a deep breath, attempting to manage the anger bubbling within her.
"Getting possessed is one thing, but getting demon fucked? That’s like double rape, you get that right?" Angela put down her teacup, letting the anger flow through her body.
"I’m so fucking sorry," David continued to plead. "I didn’t know any of this would happen. What can I do? Seriously? Anything to help?"
"Well, you’re in luck."
"What! Anything?"
"The Demon’s cum. He infused it. Right now it’s eating away at my spiritual defenses, but when that magical well is gone, I’ll become his little pet. Pretty much his little witch slave."
"Fuck, is there something I can do?"
"This is a curse. Curses can be twisted and passed on."
"Meaning…?"
She spread her legs in the bathrobe, revealing her creamed pussy, still glistening with white liquid. "Lick me clean, and then you become my servant for a few weeks instead of me becoming his. And both of us avoid the worst of him being resummoned."
"Fuck…. fuck," David muttered. Heart pounding. "And after… you can turn me back into a guy."
"Of course," Angela lied. "Small chance his male psyche survives the ordeal," she thought.
David gulped, getting on his knees. His massive tits bounced with every movement. His hands gripped her luscious thighs, and he brought his mouth to her pussy. He started licking, tasting what was once his body’s cum, now on Angela’s lower lips. The taste started bitter, salty, and musky. He had to hold back a gag, but before he could stop, it turned sweet.
She is your Mistress.
You are her toy.
——— Danelle was closing up the shop. Her Mistress had just granted her trust to do so, and so she was double-checking everything to make sure it was spotless. The past few weeks had been a blur for her, but things were coming into focus recently. She hadn’t always been a she, but it wasn’t so bad. If half the world could do it, so could she. And her Mistress was kind to her, teaching her all sorts of magic so there wouldn’t be any more chance encounters with Demons and the like, not to mention getting her clothes and showing her how to be as feminine as her body appeared.
Mistress loved to dress her up in black, but Danelle was looking to try some lighter colors to change it up soon.
Her phone buzzed on the counter. Mistress was messaging her, asking if everything was going well.
"Very well, Mistress 💕💕💕" Danelle responded.
"Good to hear. I am in need of your service tonight. Come to my home," Mistress Angela responded, sending Danelle’s heart aflutter.
When the mood struck her, Angela was in need of more physical care, which Danelle was more than happy to offer.
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