X-C Stories: The Curse Pt. 01

It just happened one night.

I went to bed a man and woke up a woman. Not just any woman -- a gorgeous woman. Soft skin, plump lips, big tits and a weighty behind... all complementing my caramel skin. A hand-crafted model.

I screamed so loud that Daisy ran into the room and started screaming with me when he saw me.

Daisy is my best friend and I was on a mini-vacation with her. Her father owned a cabin right next to the beach so the plan was to spend a week there -- enjoying the sun and the sand.

Except, on my second day there, I woke up in a different body than the one I went to bed in.

It took me a while to convince her I was still me -- Sal -- and then took even longer for us to wrap our heads around the fact that it had actually happened.

Daisy was really into witchcraft and all that nonsense so the first idea that came to her head was that I had had a spell cast on me. She said she'd read about a spell which could change your biological sex -- the requirements were a few random ingredients and severe lust for the person you wanted to cast the spell on.

I looked at her sceptically but when she pointed out that I was now a woman when yesterday I had been a man, I had to give in.

Maybe witchcraft really did exist... I mean I had tits and a vagina! So I bought her spell thesis and asked her what the procedure for undoing it was.

She said that the only way to undo the spell is for the person who cast the spell to mate with the person who they cast the spell on. Once they've achieved the aim of the spell then it will resolve and everyone will go back to normal.

"MATE with them!?" I asked with shock.

Daisy just nodded, as if she hadn't just suggested I fuck an unnamed person. "Okay, let's pretend I buy your whole story. How the fuck do I figure out who cast the spell on me?" I asked.

As we sat there pondering the list of people who could possibly be lusting after me and want to fuck me, it suddenly hit us.

Daisy's dad called from downstairs, saying dinner was ready. We both looked at each other and realised... It must have been him.

"He's been lonely ever since mom died... I don't think he's been with anyone for years!", Daisy exclaimed.

"Yeah it HAS to be him!" I said with joy... till I realised what that meant. "Oh no. Oh no, please God no. No, no, no!"

"What?" She asked.

"I am NOT fucking your dad!"

"Why not?" she retorted, as if offended, "He's a nice guy, he's pretty good looking and you both clearly need this."

We debated for the next half an hour or so what to do -- me vehemently trying to find any way around fucking Daisy's dad... but in the end, I lost out. She finally convinced me saying that this isn't really my body anyways so it won't count. That made sense. And I guess I could know what it would be like to be on the other side of the sex coin.

Still, I couldn't just walk downstairs and say, "Fuck me!" Nor could I directly ask him if he put a spell on me -- because if it wasn't him, how would we explain this to another person? No, that was too much of a risk. We needed another plan.

So, Daisy went downstairs and told her dad that I wasn't feeling to well and went to sleep. Meanwhile she went about convincing her dad that she had arranged a blind date for him as a surprise. He was shocked and reluctant at first, but after a bit of convincing from Daisy he went to his room to go get showered and ready.

She came back to me and told me that now I had to get ready for the date. My fake name was "Selena" and I had to pretend to be Daisy's gym instructor. It wasn't a far stretch -- considering the toned, crafted body I was in.

So, I reluctantly dolled up for him, desperate to be rid of this curse/spell.

"What's your dad's name, anyways?" I asked as I squirmed uncomfortably in the outfit Daisy had lent me. I was wearing a short, pink skirt and a low-cut, black top that clung to my skin. The heels she gave me felt too tight as well -- the whole thing made me feel like I was being squeezed constantly.

"Martin", she replied, putting the final touches on my makeup.

With a deep sigh, I snuck back downstairs, rang the doorbell and waited for Martin to answer.

We had our introductions and Daisy waved us goodbye as I went on my date with him.

It was actually fairly pleasant, despite how much I was dreading it.

Martin was kind of sleazy but he was funny too. He treaded that border of flirtatious/playful and pervy/lecherous all night. I grew increasingly confident that it must have been him who cast the spell as the night went on.

Still, with every drink I downed, fucking Martin seemed less and less a repulsive idea. He was actually fairly good-looking, as Daisy said, and he knew how to treat a date -- fancy meal, constant compliments, interesting conversation.

He paid up and took me outside. As we looked up at the full moon, he grabbed me and kissed me. I was taken by surprise -- both by his actions and by how much tongue he was putting into it... but I didn't resist. I started to kiss him back a little. He asked me if I'd care to join him back at his for a drink. Obviously, I had to say yes.

When we got back to our villa he invited me to his room, claiming he didn't want his daughter overhearing our conversation in the living room as it might be embarrassing for the both of them. I agreed -- heck, I didn't want Daisy seeing this either -- so I followed him upstairs to his room.

I sat on the edge of the bed nervously as we talked and he flirted with me, touching my arm or thigh at every chance.

I broke the mood for a bit and told him I needed to use the bathroom. I rushed inside to compose myself.

I looked at myself in the mirror -- my gorgeous, irresistible self. "You can do this" I kept telling myself. "It's just one night, get it over with... It might even be fun." I psyched myself enough to get back out there...

But when I came out I got the shock of my life.

Martin was lying on the bed naked, stroking his growing cock with one hand.

"Well... What do you think?" He said with the cockiest look on his face.

I was speechless. This was the absolute last thing anyone would have expected in my situation... but I couldn't stop staring at his cock... It was huge. I thought they only got that big in the pornos.

I knew all night long that I'd have to fuck him at some point... so I just decided to bite the bullet. I walked over towards the bed without saying a word.

He spread his legs and curled a finger towards me, saying "Come get it..."

I hesitantly got on the bed and crawled towards him. I awkwardly rested my hands on his thighs as I brought my face closer to his cock.

"Go ahead, kiss it".

I looked at him, then back at his pulsing cock. I leant in and give it a little kiss. It didn't taste of anything... I was surprised that it didn't feel repulsive or anything.

I slowly stuck my tongue out and licked it ever so slightly... again it just tasted like skin.

I grew more confident, slowly. I stuck my tongue out fully and licked his cockhead, leaving a trail of saliva along all of it.

I watched him groan and throw his head back... 'Am I making him feel that good?' I wondered to myself.

I grabbed his throbbing shaft with my hand and tilted it backwards as I licked my way down his long rod. I started to gain a vicarious thrill by seeing how much I could turn him on. I moved my tongue with greater purpose, adding a few flicks and long licks as I made my way to his balls. I sucked and pulled on them, playing with them like two toys, almost laughing at how... normal it all felt.

He suddenly grabbed me by the hair and yanked it up, pulling my face towards his as he kissed me -- all tongue again. This time though, I was ready for it. I was already in tongue mode myself, I guess... so I matched his fervour. I danced my tongue in his mouth, letting him taste himself off me. I guess I was starting to feel good because I started moaning into his mouth.

Then I felt his hand suddenly grab my top and yank the neckline down, making my tits pop out and push up. I let out a little squeal as he pulled them out of my bra and start molesting them like they were about to disappear tomorrow. He slapped them like balls of yarn, then pulled on my nipples -- making me feel sensations I'd never felt before. I decided to return the favour by stroking his cock while we made out.

Then, in a flash, he flipped me onto my back. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding them together with one hand. He gave me an intense look and I felt my heart start to pound against my chest -- making me feel... excited. It was thrilling to be taken control of like this. To be... used.

He moved his free hands to my thighs and in between my legs, where he started rubbing my new pussy through my panties. I couldn't help but squirm helplessly in his grip. He moved his mouth down and start suckling on my stiff nipples, making me moan without meaning to. He smiled and looked at me, "You like that, do you?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded, trying to make sure I don't moan too much and embarrass myself.

He grabbed my lacy panties and pulled them to one side, then started grinding his cock against my moist labia. "You want this, don't you?"

I froze. I looked up into his eyes and couldn't say anything. I was hella nervous and slightly afraid... what was it going to be like to have a dick inside me? Especially such a big one? Would it hurt? Would I bleed? At the same time, I was curious...

"Tell me you want it or you won't get it," he said in a commanding tone.

I burst out in a breathy tone, "I want it..." Maybe I even meant it.

Without hesitation, he slid every inch of his long dick inside me. My eyes shot wide -- it felt incredible.

It didn't hurt. I guess whatever caused me to change gave me a pussy that was prepared for this. All I felt was a sort of wholeness... Like this is what I was missing. The feeling that I felt with his cock inside me, throbbing and rubbing against the pleasure points of my pussy -- it felt like this is what I should feel all the time. And anytime I didn't feel this felt like time wasted.

Keeping my arms pinned where they were, he leant in and shoved his tongue back down my throat. I groaned, squirming a little as he started to buck his hips. He thrust slow and harder, each whip of his hips making my whole body shake and making me squeal into his mouth as my tits bounced uncomfortably in my rearranged bra -- threatening to fully pop out every time.

I couldn't deny how good this felt -- I was expecting it to be torture but it was the exact opposite. I was starting to move my hips in time with his, anxious for more as I got used to the taste of his tongue... and began to want more.

He finally leant back and let go of my hands and I instantly reached for his chest, softly clawing my way down his skin as I couldn't help but grin. He smiled back and grabbed my jaw. He pushed his thumb into my mouth and I started sucking on it without hesitation -- like it were a natural instinct.

He smiled wider and pulled out as he re-adjusted his position. He got side-on to me at a diagonal angle and grabbed my right leg assertively. He lifted it without saying a word and bent it back against my body as he slid himself back in from this sideways position.

I simply held my mouth agape, feeling his cock fill me so completely again. That brief moment when he was outside me felt torturous and I was fully convinced now that this is what I wanted.

I kept my leg bent back for him as he hooked an arm around me -- his bicep pressing against the inside of my knee - and suddenly grabbed my neck. I gasped in surprise and pleasure as he applied pressure around the side of my throat and started bucking his hips, pounding me with authority. This time, his thrusts were short and sharp. Each rapid plunge of his cock into my depths made me quiver with pleasure as I felt something building inside me. At some point in the frenzy, my heels fell off my feet but I didn't even notice when.

I was helpless for him -- I just looked into his eyes with yearning and obedience as my lips kept an O-shape... until words just started flowing out of me without me thinking about them. "Oh shit... You fuck me so good," I cried out.

"Yeah, you like that fucking cock, don't you?" He asked with a cocky grin. I just nodded incessantly. He let go of my neck and reached down my body - I whimpered, like a dog that had been denied a treat. I had quickly begun to crave that sense of being dominated. He chuckled and simply pulled my tits out of my top, letting them bounce freely with each powerful thrust of his. He gave them a parting slap and then forcefully locked his hand around my neck again, making my head jerk back as he tightened his grip. I smiled so widely.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I let out a loud moan of pleasure -- no longer trying to hide my pleasure. "Kiss me, kiss me, fucking kiss me!" I yelped. "I want to taste your tongue again..."

He pulled my mouth towards his and happily acquiesced, slobbering my tongue once again. He hooked his leg around my body and practically mounted me as our limbs intertwined and our bodies conjoined.

I tried to tell him I was going to cum but couldn't break our kiss or escape his grip. It didn't matter because, soon enough, I felt his cock pulsing inside me... and immediately I felt the sensation of his hot cum hitting my insides, filling me all over. My body started spasming uncontrollably, meeting his orgasm with one of my own as my hands grabbed and scratched at his skin, looking for something to hold on to.

He squirmed with me... then slowly began to calm down, bringing his thrusting to a halt. We broke our kiss, finally; a trail of saliva connecting our mouths still. We looked into each other's eyes, panting with exhaustion... then both broke out into big grins.

"How was that for a first date?" He asked with a laugh, slowly pulling out of me -- his cum oozing out of my pussy as his cock glistened with our cum. I couldn't help but eye it with relish.

I put a finger on my lip and pretended to think. "Hmmm I've had better," I replied with a cheeky grin which turned to a giggle. I rolled over onto my stomach and lifted my feet up into the air, kicking them back and forth playfully.

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh is that so?" He sat up and grabbed my ass, leaning his face in close to mine. I nodded, still smiling. "Well... Then maybe I have some more work to do," he said as he smacked my ass. I let out a little squeal again... I didn't know where all these words and emotions were coming from. I blamed it on the transformation -- it obviously messed with my brain as well.

I looked down at his crotch, his cock still hard. "Think you're even up to the task, old man?" I got a little kick from teasing him... as if I wanted to anger him into action.

He leant in and kissed me slowly, making me forget where I was for a second... Then he got up on one knee and grabbed my hair, forcefully pulling my mouth towards his cum-coated shaft. He rubbed his tip against my lips, "Only one way to find out."

END OF PART ONE.