I knew things were going badly with Jessica. But I never expected they were going this badly. I was shocked when I came home one to the sounds of lovemaking. And walked into our bedroom to find a strange man plowing my lover.
She moaned for him as she looked me in the eyes.
"Oh my god," she cried out, "Make him leave."
Her new man turned with a disinterested snicker. Still balls deeper in my lover.
"Oh no is that him? I'll take care of that."
He winked my direction and a wave of heat overwhelmed me as my body collapsed in an instant. Bending to his will as my muscle carved away. And tits burst from my chest.
Jessica gasped as I was reduced before her eyes from a man into no threat at all.
"Oh god," she moaned, "You're turning him into a woman so you can keep fucking me? That's so hot!"
She begged for his cock as mine melted away in a puddle of desperation. Leaving a plush and wanting gash between my legs.
The rest of my body shifted, my ass growing plump as a bra lifted my generous tits and silken panties craddled my new womanhood. I was furious as slick lipstick coated my pouting face. I wanted to scream and shout, put up a fight or do something. But I was already forgotten now as the two lovers ravaged each other.
I was no longer the boyfriend or even the spurned lover. Now I was just the curvy roommate, Tessa. And I was interrupting Jessica's time with her man Adam. She was his girl now.
The embarassment didn't stop there. He came around constantly after that. Flaunting his newfound status as Jessica's primary lover. No longer having to hide their passion in the shadows, he was reckless as he plugged the woman who once had been mine.
Meanwhile I tottered around grappling with my new curves as the sounds of my onetime lover's ecstasy wracked our apartment. All my clothes were gone. Every stitch of my old life recast in a single blink of magic. I had no choice but to wrap my curves in sulk and plush fabrics as my curves bounced with every step.
One night I was on my way to bed when Adam came through for his nightly fuckfest. I stared daggers his way as he eyed my curves greedily. My cheeks hot with shame.
"You like nice," he said with a confident grin. And went to have his way.
My cheeks burned in shame.
The next day he texted me out of the blue.
"It was good seeing you around last night. I feel like you're always hiding. Sometimes I forget I made you so curvy."
I was furious he had the audacity to text me.
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh no? The way you dress I think you'd rather let your body do the talking."
I gasped. Shocked. Insulted. And something else.
"How dare you! I didn't choose these clothes. You did. I have no choice."
"Oh yeah? Show me what you're wearing right now"
Reluctantly I sent him a picture, my cheeks burning all the time.
He liked the picture and responded with a winky face.
"Nice tits. You show off"
The next week Jessica invited me to a party, and despite initial reluctance I decided to go. She mentioned Adam would be there.
I had to get out in the world, I told myself. The magic made it so everyone already knew me as Tessa. There was no point in hiding, right?
It certainly had nothing to do with catching Adam's eye from across the crowd.
The week after that Jess went down to our apartment's pool dressed in her flirty little bikini. She was going to splash around with Adam. I was still mad at her. That little bitch. She cheated on me and stole my whole life.
Now I was trapped in this curvy prison of a body and forced to watch as she gallavanted around with the man who turned my cock into a pussy. But I smirked in haughty womanly pride as I dressed to go down to the pool myself. She might've trapped me as a woman, but now everyone knew I had better tits that her. And all day Adam could hardly keep his eyes off of me as I bared my skin in his direction. Jessica fumed.
I wanted to be ashamed that night. Of what I'd been reduced to, displaying my womanly curves for any glance of attention.
But my masculine pride was fading by the moment. And try as I might, I could not resist the urges that were building. My long painted nails edged south that night as I teased the shape of my womanhood. My curves bouncing as my voice pitched up in orgasmic glee at the thought of him. Adam.
The next day I tried to flirt the intrusive thought, but by that evening, I couldn't resist sending a hopelessly flirty text.
He responded quickly.
"Hey there Tessa. How's my little show off today?"
"Feeling like showing off"
"You look good. And that skirt is making me think bad thoughts about what's underneath it. Show me."
My cheeks burned in shame at the thought of stripping for another man. But I was far beyond resistance by then.
I splayed out on the bed for him and let my mind wander as my fingers played their betrayal and hit send.
He was on his way over.
He didn't say a word when he found me in my bedroom, my named curves surrounded by the trappings of womanhood his magic had made of my life.
I was helpless to resist as he ripped off his pants, revealed a meaty rod, and forced it between my lips.
He used me like that for a minute, the salty taste of him dominating my senses. But by then he knew I was ready.
He bent me over and positioning his dick right at the lips of my pussy. I wanted him so badly. And right then he growled.
"Jess is gonna be so mad I fucked her boyfriend."
He said that last just to taunt me as he pushed inside. Every inch of him filling me up, and making it viscerally clear as my moans filled the air. And his thrusts set my curves in motion. Whatever I had been before him, all that was gone. I was his girl now.
He left quickly after he finished, leaving me used and aching, filled with his cum as my settled into a strange new calm. The desperate horniness was gone, and I felt the most myself in weeks. Even as the shame burrowed deep. What had I done?
I threw on some underwear and went to bathroom, when Jess darted out of her room with tears in her eyes.
"I can't believe you fucked him!" she screamed, "You dirty little slut"
It turned out neither of us ever heard from Adam again. Seems he fled the city once he'd taken what he wanted from me.
Jess moved out, furious I'd scared off the best fuck she ever had. Meanwhile now that Adam was gone, his magic stopped affectimg my mind. I was no longer so helplessly flirty. But I was still a woman. Trapped in the body he gave me.
A few months later I remembered him and that same desperate need to be seen filled me again. I sent a flirty picture to his old number.
No response.
Years passed and although I wanted my old life back, I'd learned to reluctantly accept the curves I'd been given. Most days I dressed conservatively, and I never dated. I had no interest on being someone's woman ever again.
Then one night I was out for dinner by myself. Eating alone in a quiet restaurant when suddenly there was a flicker in the air. The quiet restaurant shifted, becoming a huge booming club. While my conservative clothes melted away too into a provacative and revealing dress. I was furious to be dragged back in, even as my heaet started to beat fast as he rounded the corner. It was Adam. My body melted and I couldn't help but smile.
"Did you miss me, my girl?" he grinned, "Because I certainly did miss those curves."
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Original author: Walldoor