This was no ordinary revenge plot. Unfortunately for Hank, Rachel was well versed in the Voodoo arts. Her grandmother had taught her well about the secrets of Voodoo magic. She rarely ever used her powers, but this was as good a time as any for it. Going up to the attic, Rachel found the old wooden crate her grandma had left her. Inside were dozens of small Voodoo dolls piled on each other. She picked up a small Voodoo doll of a blonde-haired woman in grey underwear and smiled. Going back downstairs to her and Hank’s bedroom, she picked up a framed photo of the two of them and smashed it against the wall. She then cut out Hank’s head from the picture and fastened it over the head of the doll. A loud thunderclap overhead signified to her that the deed was done.
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Several miles away, Hank and Matt jumped at the sudden boom of thunder outside the apartment window.
“That’s strange. I didn’t think we were supposed to get rain today,” Matt said as he shifts his attention back to playing video games.
Hank was going to comment, but he suddenly found it very difficult to concentrate. His head felt cloudy as he felt his skin start to crawl. Matt noticed Hank stop playing as a sudden discomfort made him hunch over in his seat.
“Hey, you alright man?” Matt asked.
“Yeah… sorry. I just feel really… off,” he said slowly.
As he was speaking, Matt’s eyes widened.
“Dude… is your hair… growing? Like, super-fast?” he said, somewhat alarmed.
Hank reached up to his forehead and pulled on lengthy strands of blonde hair.
“What the fuck?” Hank said with a loud voice crack.
Once again, he felt his gut churn and doubled over. As Matt watched, he swore he could see Hank’s stubble begin disappearing right before his eyes. His face looked so much softer.
“Uh, you know where the bathroom is if you need it,” he said, pointing down the hallway.
Without a word, Hank got up and rushed to the bathroom holding his stomach. Inside, he shut the door behind him and got on his knees in front of the toilet. He felt like he needed to throw up, but nothing was coming up. All the while, his body became more feverish and tingly. As he kneeled on the ground, he watched as the toilet seemed to get bigger and bigger. His body felt so much smaller and weaker all of a sudden. Adding to Hank’s confusion and panic, his jeans suddenly vanished while his shirt and underwear began changing, revealing more and more of his smooth, hairless skin as they did. His white t-shirt formed into a grey sports bra which tightly hugged his scrawny chest. His boxers then became considerably more constricting, squeezing quite uncomfortably on his junk and between his ass cheeks as they formed into a matching pair of women's panties. Lastly, his socks stretched to shin-height while his shoes shrunk with his feet to better accommodate them.
What the fuck..? Hank thought to himself. Why did his clothes change into girl’s clothes? What was this bizarre feeling spreading through his body? Furthermore, why was any of this happening to him?
Before he could contemplate more on everything that had happened, a sudden sting in his hips forced a high-pitched yelp from his plump lips. He covered his mouth in shock at the girly noise it produced. His hips suddenly flared outwards as a result of the birth canal widening in his pelvis. Hank’s scream was muffled in his hands as he felt his pelvis reshape itself.
The pain subsided and Hank opened his eyes. His hands traveled away from his mouth and down to the womanly hips he now sported. As he was looking at himself, he felt a strange sensation in his chest. Under the sports bra, fat and tissue was gathering under his swollen nipples and pushing outwards. Hank’s hands shot to his chest as the pressure grew. Two soft, fleshy mounds began filling his bra and pressing against his hands. There was no hiding what was happening to him now: he was turning into a woman.
No, stop growing! Please! he thought to himself, trying in vain to push the growing breasts back inside his chest. Letting out a feminine groan, Hank felt his ass begin to change as well. It began swelling like his breasts had, and soon, his panties strained against a more round, girly bottom. He looked down at his new curvy assets, horrified by his rapid feminization.
As Hank gazed downwards, tears began forming in his eyes as he realized what was left to change. A tingling sensation grew in intensity, centered on the bulging dick barely contained by his panties. But to his dismay, the bulge slowly began to shrink. No no no, fuck! Please, no! he screamed inside his head while grabbing desperately at his precious cock. A cry of shock was forced from his lips as he felt a new opening form under his scrotum. The feeling of his testicles retreating up inside him sent shivers up his spine. Hank panted and groaned—sounding very much like a woman now. He grabbed his ass and spread it as he felt his new vagina tunneling its way into existence. A fertile uterus formed in his abdomen and joined with his testicles as they transformed into ovaries. As his scrotum reshaped into a tender labia around his wet hole, his cock finally dwindled down to just a clit. He was now completely female.
With the last physical reminder of Hank’s former gender gone, the mental changes soon began taking effect. Hank resisted, not wanting to conform to his new body, refusing to appease its desires. But the magic, along with the new hormones flooding his body, changed his brain. Hank fought the changes as much as he could. I’m a man, he kept telling himself. I’m attracted to women. But he knew he was lying to himself. He tried imagining scenes of beautiful women, intimacy, and sex, only to have his own thoughts betray his fleeting masculinity. Finding it harder and harder to deny the truth, Hank finally gave in: he was a man no more. He was 100% girl. An incredibly horny girl. An incredibly horny girl with an insatiable craving for cock.
What had started as innocent investigation and familiarization with her new equipment quickly escalated to desperate rubbing and fingering. The new girl bit her lip as she rubbed circles on her hot pussy while urgently fingering her tight asshole. Well aware that her old friend Matt was still not far away, she attempted to stifle her moans of pleasure. But as her body craved more than what her fingers could provide, she began fantasizing about her friend. Images of cock and sex filled her head and she moaned out loudly while fingering herself. She knew it was only a matter of time until the commotion incited a response from Matt.
There was a knock on the door.
“H-hey, Hank? Are you alright in there..?” Matt said from behind the door.
Distinctly feminine moans were heard on the other side. “Mmph~ oh God. Please come in,” she said, practically begging.
Cautiously opening the door, Matt was presented the greatest surprise of his life: an extremely attractive and completely nude blonde writhing on his bathroom floor desperately masturbating. She turned to look at Matt, her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy. She hungrily eyed him, her gaze eventually falling on the bulge growing in his pants.
“Wha-Where is Hank..?” Matt asked dumbfoundedly. He was so busy looking at the girl’s gorgeous body, he neglected to notice she was wearing Hank’s glasses.
“He doesn’t matter,” she replied in a breathy, desperate tone. “Please… I- Aah~ I need you. Fuck me.”
The horny girl raised her ass and presented her dripping cunt to him. It looked so good, and he wanted it so bad. She was literally begging him for it. And despite the strange circumstances, Matt simply couldn’t pass it up.
Matt carried the short girl to his bedroom, her kissing him and moaning lustfully the whole time. He set her down on his bed and she immediately laid on her back and spread herself for him. Matt quickly undressed and then joined her on the bed, kneeling in front of her. Her hips were gyrating at him, desperately trying to feel his dick against her pussy.
“What’s your name, by the way?” Matt asked before entering the girl.
She thought for a second, then replied, “You can call me Haley.”
With that, Matt thrust into his hard cock inside Haley’s tight cunt. Not realizing that it was her first time as a woman, or even that she used to be his best friend. But if it wasn’t for said ignorance, there’s no way Matt would have given Haley the brutal fucking that she desperately needed.
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Several months later…
Matt opens the door to find Haley naked on the couch masturbating.
“Oh thank God you’re home,” she moaned joyfully as she quickly rushed to her boyfriend. As he took off his jacket, she got on her knees, unzipped his pants, and began stroking his hardening cock.
“Yeah, sorry I’m late, honey,” he said. He made his way to the couch and slumped down on it, Haley still working his shaft. “Work was rough. But thankfully, I have the best present waiting for me every day when I get home,” he said, running his fingers through her silky blonde hair.
Haley began eagerly sucking on his cock as he sat back and closed his eyes. This had become the norm for Matt and he had absolutely no complaints. Having a girlfriend who loved video games and was constantly horny and hungry for cock was the best thing to happen to him. He never even thought twice about the strangeness of Hank disappearing and Haley appearing into his life.
Little did either of them know, the load Matt had shot into Haley during their first fuck had sealed the curse Hank’s girlfriend had cast. Hank would forever be stuck as the obedient slut known as Haley and uncontrollably crave cock. Not like she really minded, though. Sure, she was constantly horny and needed to suck cock every single day, but Matt was able to satiate her urges and keep her happy. She loved her new life. Hank’s change into Haley was certainly one for the better.
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