For as long as I could remember, ‘no’ was not part of my vocabulary. This was because a witch cursed my mother while she was pregnant, all over an argument about a parking spot.

My mother always told me the witch could simply let nothing go, but hopefully someday she would see how hard she’s made my life and fix what she’d done. This never happened.

On my eighteenth birthday the witch came over to my house, and we all thought I was saved. Quite the opposite.

Before my mom could say a word she cast a spell on her, turning her into a toddler. Then she turned to me with fire in her eyes, and cast another spell. I screamed as I felt a coldness surge through my body, but it quickly subsided. I hadn’t changed at all, and the witch was gone by the time I was finished checking out my body.

“What had she…” I wondered aloud, trailing off.

“Momma feed me!!” My toddler-mother cried.

I shot up, getting ready to prepare food for the new baby. Wait; new baby??

My thoughts all stopped when a surge of fat burst into my chest, and I could see my shirt begin to stretch. I tried taking it off, but it tightened around my neck. All the fabric in my shirt went into the collar, and my attempts at ripping it off went even more downhill as my muscular arms turned to smooth, hairless sticks.

My shirt reformed, leaving a giant gap for my chest to grow. Screams caught in my throat as the orgasmic feeling of my breast changing into boobs took over my body. My nipples changed structure and size, tripling in circumference as my breasts filled with even more fat.

Soon the shirt I wore became uncomfortably small, and I had no choice but to slip my breasts through. I basked in the erotic feeling of my boobs being squeezed by my shirt as they grew more, moaning as they started to hang and swing beyond my control.

My nipples craved to be played with; roughly. I looked down at the crying baby begging to be fed, and an idea struck me.

My breathing picked up as the baby clamped onto my nipple, and I almost orgasmed when I felt the milk begin to flow. Then the witch came back to my house.

“Enjoying my new curse?” She asked snydly.

I couldn’t respond, my juices flowed as the slightly painful feelings in my nipples continued.

“I’ve made your suggestion curse a lot more fun, now your body can change to help fulfill suggestions. If you change sex to fulfill a possession, your first one will cause you to orgasm and have pleasures beyond your wildest controls; like now.” The witch gestured as she finished.

I could barely listen to her though, my body was overwhelmed by the new feelings of the female orgasm. I whimpered in response to the witch, trying to beg forgiveness.

“Don’t worry, as soon as mommy’s full I’ll change you both back.” The witch said.

I felt relief wash over me, and then realized that my mother was finally done. I was completely exhausted, and felt drained of life.  

“Please drink some water as a man” the witch commanded me.

I felt my muscles begin to grow a bit, then an erection shot out of my crotch. I had not even been aware I was missing that before!!

My stance changed as my hips creaked a bit, and when I looked in the mirror I was shocked. I still looked like a woman, but more of an extremely manly one. I felt my erection grow some more as my Adam’s apple came in, and felt my legs move beyond my control to walk to the cabinet. My hand grabbed a cup and quickly filled it with water, hoping nothing crazy would happen once I started drinking.

“Mmmmm!!!” I moaned as water drained down my throat.

My boner throbbed as this happened, and suddenly I was cumming in my pants like I hadn’t in weeks!! I tried covering up, but felt a strong desire to drink more water. Cum just flowed out of me as I continued drinking, and I could feel my energy drain some more while the witch watched with a smile.

I begged with my eyes, and eventually she gave in. My pants were soaking wet, but I was happy to be able to change them.

“You could stop drinking now.”

She then changed my mom back, and fled the house.

From that day I’ve had to be extra careful about where I go and who I hang out with.

There was a week I spent in some perverts house, he had started a conversation with me while I got mail from the end of my driveway. It only took a few suggestions, and me giving him a few hundred bucks cash before he realized how much power he had over me.

He took me back to his apartment, and turned me into his customizable pet. I spent the next six days being changed into whatever he wanted, usually a sexy woman that found him insanely attractive.

I found myself in flimsy clothes, with collars and giant boobs for most of this time.

This only ended cuz he got bored and let me go. He told me to never tell anyone where I was, so that week was always a mystery to my family.

I couldn’t trust anyone I didn’t know, but soon people started testing that trust.

My friend Dylan decided he wanted to hang out with a milf for the day, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He made me keep this a secret, and soon was making me do degrading things as different milfs. If I wasn’t giving him stern warnings and punishments like a stuck up mom while he jerked off, he was just straight up fucking me.

He even turned me into my sister and aged me a few years, making my boobs bigger and body more shapely.

I never realized how horny my sister was, Dylan swore he didn’t increase the arousal at all!

That was the first time I willingly had sex.

After that, it was like a landslide.

My new default was female. It felt odd to wake up with a penis, and I made sure to do it as little as possible. I had never wanted to be a woman and started having doubts about my new mindset, thinking maybe Dylan had made a subtle suggestion. This occupied my mind for a few days, but it didn’t stop the mind blowing sex I had with Dylan. Eventually I forgot about my reservations, and lived as a woman full time.

Though Dylan enjoyed my petite body, he liked making it more… extreme. I often found myself with oversized assets in private, even when he wasn’t horny! There was not really I could do about it, my body only changed with other people’s suggestions.

Dylan enjoyed giving me boobs and curves that were impossible to deal with, at times that I just wanted to relax and maybe watch tv.

It always turned me on trying to do normal things like this, but then Dylan started changing my mind too. He would make me extremely hungry while watching cooking shows, or very easily frightened when watching something scary. Other times he would make me too horny to sit still, or have me walk around with a vibrator in me while doing chores like cleaning the house.

It was bad enough the way he changed me and dressed me up, but then I couldn’t stop masturbating with the vibrator inside me.

I wouldnt call it torture, but Dylan was definitely abusing his power over me. I brought this up to him, and he immediately got angry.

“You bitch! Abuse my powers!! You’re lucky I’m not making money whoring you out!

In fact… Go buy a cat suit and fuck as many guys as you could!

O wait, before you go!

Become a short milf with giant boobs and thighs, with a bubble butt and lingerie!”

I rolled my eyes, this would be the easiest task of the day. My current B cup bra quickly fell down my chest as it filled with more breast, and began getting bigger to accommodate. I felt my ass grow as I rose up in my seat, and my hips began touching both sides of my chair.

“Get up and show papa what you got.” Dylan said evilly.

I stripped out of my new robe sexily, revealing a giant push up bra that made my cleavage look fantastic. My belly protruded slightly over my g string, and my thighs were squeezed tightly by the leggings that matched my new skin tone.

“Come sit on my lap” Dylan said, slapping his lap invitingly.

I felt his cock grow hard underneath his pants, and nestle between my ass cheeks as I sat motionless. The fear of what was to come numbed me as I listened to him continue, and he took off his pants as he turned me into a bimbo.

“You’ll crave every guy you see. And I want you to find the tightest, sexiest clothes. Don’t foget that catsuit!

If a guy’s over six and half feet tall, just strike up a conversation. Grab his cock, if it isn’t ten inches or longer, just leave!” Dylan went on as he slid his pants down.

I gasped as his large member grew upward into my folds, but then succumbed to his every thrust into me.

“Act sexy as possible at all times, and always make sure those tits and ass are on display!”

He came inside me, and then let me go with the slap of an ass.

“Come back after ten guys fuck you!!”

I didn't even ask what clothes to wear, I just put the lingerie back on and left. I went straight to the sex shop, and was walking away five minutes later with my robe and lingerie in a paper bag.

I now wore cat ears, and a tight leather suit. I couldn’t help but come on to the clerk that helped me pay, and actually had him help me put the catsuit on in the mall bathroom. I let him fuck me after, but managed to make him promise to be quiet for most of the time.

I didn’t want any more suggestions coming, I needed to go and fuck nine more guys!

“You look like someone who needs an encore!” he said when he saw me getting up immediately after sex.

I felt my lips change shape, plumping up and becoming a pout instantly. The man I had just fucked sat there with wide eyes, watching my chest as it expanded slightly.

“What’s going on??” He asked, horrified.

I tried answering, but my body’s changes were keeping me busy. I had to concentrate to stay conscious as my ribs shrunk inward, and my hips extended out while all the skin on my body tightened up. My eyes changed position on my face, becoming more teardrop and pointed.

I thought it was all over, then my tan disappeared. In its place, tattoos. Hundreds of them! I watched the soft cock I’d just ridden get hard as my body became covered in ink, and I salivated at the sight of the throbbing member. I leaned forward, feeling every pulse in the erection I’d caused.

“You said something about an encore?” I giggled.

Fuck!! I didn’t try saying that! I hope this guy just goes for round two and leaves, otherwise this could get scary...