Nobody knows of a young man's unfortunate curse, save for his close friend and confidant who witnessed him for the first time. The latter watched as quietly as possible from a well-placed window as his friend warped against his will into a well-sculpted vixen, a vixen with an insatiable sex drive. Blonde, curly locks erupted like molten lava from Mount Vesuvius, slowly reaching his waist. Fat from his midsection relocated in globs to his chest and rear end. With every second, two mounds became bigger and bigger. His rump then went through the same thing. What really got to the friend was hearing his voice change.
As he fell to his knees, his groans became higher, one octave at a time. His "jewelry" shrank away as his voice became undoubtedly feminine. All the remained of his friend was his masculine face, until it began moving around as if made of rubber. The transformation had ended, and a hottie was kneeling in the place of a young man, wearing his clothes that were now very ill-fitting, especially given her spacious "features". Just as the unfortunate voyeur was about to go to her, another strange event took place. She appeared to be having spasms of sorts as, unbeknownst to the friend, a second personality was taking control. Bones snapped loudly, making the scene look like something out of "The Exorcist". Then, just as soon as the spasms started, they stopped, and the victim remained still.
A few knocks from the door seemed not to faze her. An even closer look revealed breasts of...generous size stretching her t-shirt to the point of tearing it in half. The jeans were faring no better, seemingly ready to rip at any moment. The friend was having difficulty looking anywhere but her massive mounds. A few snaps of his fingers had finally brought her around. She looked at him the same way a deer in a car's headlights looks at the the driver that nearly ran it over. She stood up, towering over the lad and, before he could react, grabbed him and engaged in lip-to-lip love-making.
He was naturally taken aback but couldn't break away. It was like she had superhuman strength. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get free from her grasp. Eventually, lust took over and he gave up. She was really hot. Finally, she released him and let him go. He was in a haze from that kiss but coherent enough to ask the question, "Who are you?"
"I...I don't know." Her voice was as breathless as she was shapely. "I don't know what I am."
Since then, she has shown her true colors to him and many others. She has used allure and her body to brainwash countless men into sex. Fortunately, she has always changed back to being male. Unfortunately, that young man doesn't know where or when he'll change again or how it happens. It has gotten so bad, he had to leave the big city for the countryside. However, it hasn't seemed to stop her from finding a way back into town. Over and over again, she has used her body and sex to hitchhike. A body like hers is close to impossible to ignore on the road, after all.
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