The Simple Life

Clyde had been a mountain man for almost all of his 83 years. With his hands crippled by arthritis, old Clyde was having a hard time keeping his larder full. That’s when he caught a magic talking fish, a fish who offered to make Clyde young and strong again, If he’d let her go.

Clyde offered to make the deal, provide the fish would make him a young woman instead of a man; he said he wanted something new in life. The fish agreed and the deal was struck.

Now, Claudia has taken over. She still has a lot of old Clyde’s habits, like bathing in the river nude, fishing, hunting, and living in the great outdoors with a minimum of modern technology. She also has her own reality show – turns out people would much rather watch a woman living in the wild with no clothes, rather than a man.

Claudia is being paid the big bucks for living the simple life.

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Sexual Curse

Gerry had been making out with this wild girl he’d picked up at the club when she bit him on the neck. He hollered at her, and she apologized for being too rough. She told him she just got crazy around this time of month. She managed to scale it back a bit, and their lovemaking continued. Afterwards, she helped bandage the wound, before she left, and Gerry thought nothing more about it.

A few days later, after the wound had completely healed over, Gerry started experiencing night sweats, and racing heartbeat for no apparent reason. He went to his doctor for some test, and started looking for the girl to see if she might have given him something, but he couldn't find her. His doctor said his blood work was negative, and his problems were all in his head.

Then, on the first night of the full moon, Gerry felt this burning sensation in his chest and groin. He though he was having a heart attack. His pulse raced, and his body morphed and changed. His dick shriveled away as his sex changed. He grew smaller, developed breast, and his body hair fell off. The hair on his head grew fuller and lengthened.

As the pain subsided, Gerry sat up in bed and looked out the window as the full moon called her. She needed a hard cock now. It was a craving like she’d never known. The curse of the Were woman had claimed yet another victim.

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Reformed Logger

“I used to not give a hoot about the forest I worked in; just point me at the trees, and tell me which way you want them to fall. Looking at me now, you’d never guess that I’d been a big old burly lumberjack until yesterday.

That’s when the dyad queen decided to make an example of me. I was all ready to take down her personal tree, when she cast her spell. I fell to the earth like I’d been chopped down, and started to shrink. It felt like someone was using a chainsaw on me, the pain was so intense.

My bones cracked and shifted; my body hair fell off, and I grew weak and petite. My hair turned a bright orange read, and my skin grew pale, like I’d never been in the sun. And my jeans and shirt turned into a little short green backless dress that barely covered anything.

And when we were done, I sat down grabbed my knees and cried. I was one with the forest now, and I felt all the pain and anguish I’d caused. So please don’t cut down the trees; I’ll do anything you’d like if you’ll leave my trees alone.”

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The Slime Breaks Out

“When I was 15, I found I could turn into some kind of black slime creature. I could crawl through the tiniest crack under a door, or work my way through a drain. I have some kind of visual sense that lets me see where I’m going, and hearing to know what’s going on around me.

Naturally, I started spying on girls to see them naked like any red blooded 15 Year old would. That’s when I discovered my real power – I could ooze into a girls mouth or pussy and possess her, instantly learning her thoughts and secrets in a matter of seconds.

At first, I was going to go public with my powers, but I quickly realized I’d have much more fun possessing rich hot chicks, and using their bodies as my own. Here’s a picture I managed to catch with my time delay camera of me climbing into Stacy’s mouth to possess her. I think the look of disbelief on her face as I take control is just priceless.

Be careful all you hot girls out there, the slime is ready to take you out tonight.”

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I Ain't Afraid of No Ghost

“Peter look out,” yelled Egon, “Gozer is about to ...”

“What …,” cried Venkman, as the ectoplasm splattered him and he began to morph. He shrank in height, his hips widened and grew rounder, his waist slimmed, and his hair grew out. He cringed in pain as his dick shrank away, and changed to its female counterpart. His face grew softer and his five o’clock shadow disappeared. And finally, his pants became shorts, revealing some very pretty legs.

“My God,” said Ray, shouldering his proton pack, he turned Venkman into a girl; and a pretty hot one at that. Quick, let’s cross the streams and see if we can seal this portal. ”

So saying the Ghostbusters managed to send Gozer back to his own universe. That left three tired men and one tired slimed woman to deal with the public. They never were able to reverse the effects on Venkman, but she seems happy with her new life.

So if some bad ass ghost is trying to hassle you, tell him to go hit on Patricia Venkman, cause she ain't afraid of no ghost.

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The Curse Takes Him

Moonrise; Carl could feel the curse taking him, changing him. Good thing he’d made it back to his room. Hurriedly, he ripped off his clothes and felt the surge of pain and adrenalin kick in. Bones cracked, hips widened, flesh shifted as the spell worked its magic. Carl felt his hair growing on his head, his features becoming more refined. Suddenly, breast sprouted on his chest; his manhood shrank away, and his new sex organ replaced it. His flesh grew creamy and smooth, and Carl the boy was gone, replaced by Carla the Where-Woman.

Carla caressed her left breast, while reaching down to the cleft between her legs and just basked in the moonlight from her window. Now began the rising heat of her hunger. She needed a man, a strong and powerful man to satisfy the craving that consumed her right after the change.

Eschewing clothes, Carla climbed through the window and made her way towards the beach. She was hunting men, and planned to feast several times before morning.

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Alive Again

“After years of searching, I found it. The tomb of princess Ananka, worshiped as a Goddess by an Egyptian cult hundreds of years ago. She was supposed to have been immortal, able to rise from the dead whenever her priest required her.

Her statue is so beautiful, it almost looks like it could come to life if we but knew the words to call her back. I simply must touch her, if only to experience what her followers must have felt.

What’s happening? My hand passed through her and seems to be stuck inside her. I can’t pull free; wait, she’s sucking me into her. It’s like quicksand, pulling me in. Help me, oh God help me.”

Once the professor had been consumed, Ananka began to change. Her skin lost its grey dusty nature and took on the look of flesh. Moving her arms and brushing away the dust of centuries, she considered the knowledge of the soul that had revived her. Strange, how despite all of their science and years of wisdom, men were the same as they had been in her own time; lustful weak things to be dominated.

Animated once more, princess Ananka walks the earth. Bow down and worship her.

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