When Carlotta woke the next morning, her head was nothing but pain. Her mouth felt like sandpaper and tasted like alcohol and cigarettes. She wanted desperately to keep her eyes closed and continue sleeping. But the sudden realization that she was not in her own bed jolted her to reality.
She looked around. It was a strange man’s apartment. Somewhere downtown by the looks of it. Small, dingy and messy. She gasped silently and clutched her aching head as she turned and saw the naked dude beside her in the bed.
“Unbelievable” She whispered to herself. Cringing internally as she winced through the pain induced by morning light filtering in through the grimy window. This felt like the kind of thing that a younger, stupider version of herself would have done.
What had gotten into her last night?
She remembered going to the club for some reason. Getting trashed. Blowing some dude in the washroom. But why?
The answer came to her suddenly as she looked down at her arms. Amazingly, her tattoos were vanishing. Crawling slowly back up her arms and disappearing.
“What the fuck!?” She couldn’t help but shout in shock. Rising to her feet and rushing to the bathroom mirror. Her mystery dude groaned like he was about to wake up. But she didn't care. She had much more important matters to attend to.
“What the fuck?” She watched in stunned silence as her appearance morphed back to normal right in front of her eyes. Her tits, hips, hair and nails were all shrinking down to their usual proportions. It would have been a touch disappointing except for the fact that she was relieved to feel her aesthetic sensibilities return to her. She was so… trashy last night. It just wasn’t her. It was someone else’s idea of her…
“Exactly like the witch said!” She placed a single finger on her lips as they shrank down. She needed to touch something and feel the changes, to convince herself that it was real. “Magic is real” There was a twinge of excitement in her voice, mingled with panic.
She had to find some way to fix this. But first she needed to get home.
-
Carlotta turned the key to her apartment and opened the door. Sighing with relief now that she was finally somewhere sane and safe. She would just take a quick shower, throw on a ton of makeup to conceal the dark bags under her eyes, and go to work. Hopefully that strange woman would be there and she could get some answers.
She didn’t make it far before she was confronted by yet another strange man. This time sitting at her dining room table. Carlotta was a little taken aback at how flawlessly handsome this guy was. She didn’t even realize she was staring until she saw some movement from under the table. Suddenly, it was pretty obvious that Sammi was down there, doing her thing.
“Oh fuck! Sorry, sorry!”
Great, a little bit of mortification was all this day needed to be complete. Carlotta hastily placed her hands over her eyes and stumbled blindly towards her room.
-
Carlotta emerged a good 45 minutes later. Fully showered and wearing a fresh set of clothes. This time announcing her presence before stepping out into her and Sammi’s shared living space.
“Hello? Are you guys done?”
“Hey you. Where’d you get off to last night?” Sammi casually fixed her lipstick. Not taking her eyes off of her compact mirror for a second while she addressed the room.
Carlotta needed just a second to respond. Once again feeling momentarily stunned by the strange dude in their midst. She had seen Sammi come home with some pretty fucking handsome dudes. But her latest conquest was something like a natural 10. Absolutely without blemishes or physical faults.
“I… umm… Went to the club?” Even she couldn’t quite understand what she had done last night. And it wasn’t just the alcohol. She had briefly been a different person last night. Or maybe, a different version of herself? It was so hard to remember. Especially with this flawless adonis in her presence.
“Hey” He smiled charmingly. “I’m Kyle”
Carlotta was still a lot hungover when Kyle extended his hand. Presumably for her to shake. The notion that she should have been cautious about touching people was there in the back of her mind. And it vanished nearly instantly as she followed his arm with her eyes all the way up to his handsome face.
“Uh, Carlotta” she beamed through the headache and the dehydration. Cursing the fact that she was so disheveled on the day that she met this guy. She could feel herself salivate as she stared into his eyes.
“Well. I kinda gotta go. It was nice meeting you guys. Especially you, Sammi” He winked. Causing the normally bitchy and self assured Sammi to lose her confidence and emit a series of vapid giggles”
“”Bye Kyle~” She cooed dreamily.
Carlotta’s eyes followed Kyle as he made his exit. Pausing on his incredible ass before he was out the door.
“Sammi, how did you meet that guy?”
“Tinder, duh!”
“Yeah but... how?”
“I know right? Jesus christ…”
Sammi mostly treated her men like they were disposable distractions. But for once she seemed downright proud of herself. But, no. That wasn’t exactly it. Carlotta’s heart sank as she realized Sammi was definitely infatuated with this dude. Not that she could blame her. But, how could she hope to compete with that? The dude was so sploosh. He was fucking splash mountain.
“I uh… I gotta go to work” Corlotta simply shook her head. In the span of about a week she’d discovered she was very into girls. Fallen in love with her gorgeous roommate. Oh, and it turned out magic was real. She transformed into a trashy whore last night or something. It was honestly getting to be a bit much…
“See ya” Sammi wasn’t paying attention. She was once again absent mindedly swiping through tinder. Looking like she wasn’t planning on getting a job any time soon.
-
Carlotta decided to just catch an uber to work, rather than dealing with public transit. Her driver was a nice young guy who understood right away that she was in no mood to talk. So she managed to close her eyes and get some blessed rest.
There was a peculiar tingling in her palm where she had touched Kyle. The sensation didn’t bother her at first. But it was slowly building to levels that were hard to ignore.
“Oh shit” A fresh wave of panic washed over her as she looked down at her hand. It hadn’t exactly occurred to Carlotta that her little curse might be ongoing. Like, what if she transformed into the ideal woman of the first person she touched every day now?
“You ok?”
“Y-yeah. I think so” Carlotta smiled nervously. Feeling a bit silly. She couldn’t exactly explain to her driver that she was just concerned she might be like, totally cursed, or whatever. She would wind up in a padded room before too long if she went around talking like that.
And that was probably why she said nothing as she witnessed her nails starting to grow and turn red. Carlotta’s sensible work clothes were beginning to shift and crawl around her body too. But the weirdest part to her was how she couldn't actually decide if anything was actually happening.
“Um, are you seeing this?” Carlotta’s face was contorted in confusion and her voice was pathetic and pleading.
“See what?”
Her driver seemed oblivious to her changes. But she could feel them. Her tits were once again inflating and she could actually see her lips puffing up when she looked down. Carlotta’s worst fear was coming true. She was actually fucking cursed. Like, this was permanent. As far as she could tell.
She was turning into Kyle’s perfect woman. Or, maybe she always had been? She would probably only remember who she really was once the magic wore off. Like it had this morning. Whatever the case she was mostly concerned with how this would affect her performance at work today.
Her lips continued to expand as her hair turned a genuine shade of golden blonde and started to form into big bouncy curls.
“Fuck” She cursed under her breath. Feeling a strange compulsion to apply more lipstick to her increasingly pouty lips. She started by touching up just a bit. But before long the expansion increased in speed. It was all she could do to glom it on as she tried to keep up. Every inch of her big sexy lips needed to be fucking covered in bright red lipatick.
Carlotta practically ate the whole tube. But when she was done her luscious, glistening lips were smeared with gobs of the stuff. There was a look of dull confusion staring back from her compact mirror.
“Fuck…” She cursed once again, this time a little quieter. She couldn’t quite figure out what was actually wrong anymore.
“Miss, we’re here”
“R-right” Carlotta lisped slightly. Her clothes continued to rearrange themselves until her blouse had unbuttoned and turned into a little red vest. Her bra was shrinking into a pair of sparkly, heart shaped pasties as her big boobs spilled out.
“Umm, what was I doing?” Her hair continued to grow more luscious and bouncy. Obscuring her bright blue eyes. She was almost shocked when her nice driver guy fished his big erection out of his pants. But things clicked into place for Carlotta before she could panic.
“Y-you need me to suck it?” Her voice was now a breathy little whisper.
“Isn’t that what you do?” There was a twinge of confusion in the driver’s voice as well. The world was still slowly adjusting around Carlotta’s new identity.
Slowly, with a healthy dose of trepidation. Carlotta stood up in the back seat and leaned over. She now wore nothing on her lower body but a sparkly red pastie over her pussy. And a matching sparkly red pair of stripper heels. One of her increasingly voluminous tits was hanging down. The other was crushed into the back of the driver’s seat as she looked him right in the face. Tantalizingly close to kissing distance.
“Y-yeah” She lisped. Reaching her free hand down to give his dick a few swift pumps. “I think I’m, like, a dick sucker…?”
Dicksucker leaned over and wrapped her fat lips around her driver’s big, yummy cock. Her face was still wide eyed confusion as she tried to parse exactly what was going on. But at least she was where she belonged, doing what she was supposed to do. That one thing made sense in her life.
Her lips continued to grow plumper and juicer around her driver’s cock as she sucked. She tried crawling through to the front seat. But her hips and thighs had grown too fat to squeeze through. Which was too bad because she really, really wanted to get into a more comfortable position. So she could give her partner’s penis the care and attention it really deserved. It was what she was for, after all.
It wasn’t long before Dicksucker’s efforts were rewarded with a hot splash of cum down her throat. She moaned with satisfaction at a job well done as he tensed up and pulsed in her mouth. Giving her a good couple of shots before they parted mouth to cock contact.
She swallowed without hesitation.
Dicksucker huffed from the great effort she had put herself through. Her ass pointed awkwardly up in the air from the uncomfortable position she had worked herself into. Sure, she could have taken the time to sit in the front seat before she had started. But in the moment, sucking this super helpful boy’s dick just seemed so important. Like she couldn’t waste a second to make him happy.
“Thanks babe. I gotta go get my next passenger… so.. Nice to meet you”
The guy didn’t seem to understand what was happening anymore than Dicksucker did. She simply placed one sparkly red nail on her bottom lip and tilted her head in confusion.
“Am I a dick sucker?” She had known the answer before she even asked the question. It was the only thing she could manage to say though.
-
Dicksucker strutted down the street. Getting used to the extra height of her super high heels. Her giant tits heaved ponderously with each awkward step. People were staring at her, of course. She was naked. But, she was supposed to be naked… Wasn’t she?
A leash and collar were forming around her neck when she looked up and saw a familiar store sign. She was pretty sure she worked at this place. She just wasn’t sure what she did. Considering that sucking big yummy cocks was the only thing she was actually good at. And this was a salon.
“Hi, umm. Uh, Dicksucker?” One of her work friends greeted her as she stepped in. There was a good deal of non-comprehension in the woman’s voice and on her face. But this is where Dicksucker was supposed to be. Probably.
Dicksucker tried to respond. But all she managed was a breathy little “I suck dicks”. She slowly sank to the floor, her eyes wide with confusion as she assumed her proper place. On her hands and knees. Her fat cock sucking lips parted and she stuck out her tongue as she began to pant. Like a dog.
This was wrong. But she knew she’d never be able to understand exactly why. She looked up at her friends. Totally normal girls who got to wear normal clothes and have free will and stuff. Knowing full well that she was a lesser thing. A pet.
Dicksucker’s pussy was wet and aching with need as she arched her back and stuck her giant ass into the air. Squishing her fat tits into the floor. Her friends alternated between giving her condescending little pats and smacking her butt as hard as they could. To which she responded by uttering a pathetic little “I suck dicks!”
She reealllly hoped somebody was coming to fuck her soon. Because she couldn’t take much more of this.
This was good. This was… easy. Her thoughts swam lazily around in her stupid little head. Congealing into something simple. Whatever she was before she could just forget about it and be… this.
An obedient, big titty, cock sucking pet.
She smiled. Totally content.
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