Transformed
By: 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆
Tags: Short Story, Erotica, Fiction, Sexuality, Fantasy

Part 1 — Tracy

As she left the house and locked the door Tracy had to wonder why she was going out at all. But her friend Shayna had convinced her that it was going to be a good time. Tracy didn’t think so, though.

The truth was that most people annoyed her. They were rude, and they didn’t give a shit about each other or the environment or anything important, really. All they seemed to care about was getting drunk, high, or laid. Or all three.

As a witch, the Earth and the environment were two of her biggest passions. People thought witches were all about casting spells and making people fall in love. Tracy, and the other practicing witches she knew, were more into making the Earth a better place to live and trying to preserve the natural beauty of the planet they lived on.

When she got to the club, the lineup was insane. Did she really want to go through with this? She did promise Shayna that she would come though, so she got in line and impatiently looked at her watch.

While in line she watched the people.

There was the pretty goth-ish girl near the beginning of the lineup that was smoking a cigarette and trying very hard to look cool. Tracy didn’t know how anyone thought they could look cool while smoking a cigarette. And then there was the nerdy-looking guy.

He was interesting. Mostly because he didn’t really look like he belonged there. He was slight in frame and he had a pale complexion. He didn’t wear glasses, but there was just this look about him — like you could tell that he didn’t fit in anywhere except for the computer lab at the university they went to.

He was watching some big preppie guy hit on a girl. Why was he watching him? Tracy didn’t think he was gay, but…no, he wasn’t. The look on his face and in his eyes was definitely not desire. What was it?

The guy struck out with the girl he was talking to. Then she called him back, and he turned around with a big smile on his face and pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. And she looked like she was totally into it. Tracy did not understand girls that were into guys like this.

The nerdy guy was frowning. Was he jealous, maybe? That might be it. The preppie guy and the girl he’d been hitting on left the line and walked down the street and got into a fancy car.

Tracy looked at her watch again. She shook her head. It had been at least 20 minutes and the line had hardly even moved. She was done. She left the line, too.

As she walked past the nerdy guy, he nodded at her. Did they know each other from school?

Back at home, she decided to read. Shayna would call if she was worried about her. She wanted to get into this great witchcraft book that she had found in an old antique bookstore on the other side of town. A lot of it was stuff that she knew about already. But there were some chapters in the back that would be helpful for some spells that she wanted to learn.

Witchcraft was something she’d been practicing since she was 12. Her parents didn’t know about it for a long time, but when she was about 17, they discovered a bunch of her books and freaked out on her. That was when she moved out. It hadn’t been easy finishing high school, but she did because even then she knew that she wanted to go to university to study Environmental Sciences.

Now, she was in college, and even though she’d saved some money to support herself; it was thanks to some fairly substantial grants that she was able to pursue her degree. It was a good thing she had the grants because her savings were running out. She lived frugally and as long as she didn’t spend her money on stupid things (like a cell phone!) she would make it through college in another year.

A couple days later she was rushing to class when she saw that nerdy guy from the club sitting on a bench and watching her. He waved when he saw her. She didn’t know him, did she?

“Hey,” he called out to her. “Tracy?”

“Yes, that’s me. Do I know you?”

“No, you don’t. I’m Dave. We have a mutual friend in common. Do you know Mrs. Scales?”

Mrs. Scales owned a bookstore that Tracy often went to when she was looking for rare books. She’d guessed that Tracy was a young witch and kind of took her under her wing. Mrs. Scales said that she envied her ability to learn new things really quickly and wished that she had done that at her age. How did he know her? He didn’t look like someone that would be practicing.

“Yes, I know her.”

“Well, I was in her bookstore and I was asking her about a problem I have and she suggested that I talk to you because she couldn’t help me.”

“Oh, really? What kind of problem?”

“Well, it might take a bit of time to explain it all. Could we go have a cup of coffee or something?”

Tracy looked at her watch. “Well, I have class in about 5 minutes…”

“No problem. I get that. I could meet you here after class? Coffee is on me, of course.”

Tracy thought about it for a second. It couldn’t hurt to hear him out. And he seemed like a pretty nice guy. He didn’t act like he could be a serial killer or anything like that.

“Ok. I’ll meet you here in about an hour and a half.”

“Sounds good, Tracy. And thank you. I really need to deal with this as soon as possible.”

After class, she came back to the bench, and he was already there waiting.

“Where do you want to go?”

“How about Murphy’s? They are quiet at this time of the day? And it’s close.” Dave said.

Murphy’s was always quiet. It wasn’t the kind of place that college students usually liked. It wasn’t in the best part of town and you were just as likely to find a few drunks nursing their hangovers as you were to find people getting drunk or a couple college students with their heads buried in their books. They went inside.

The waitress approached their table. “Just coffee,” Tracy said.

“Coffee is good for me, too.”

After she brought the coffees back to the table, nice and strong and hot, Tracy said, “So, what is this problem you are having?”

“Well, I have this girlfriend. Laina. She’s beautiful. Smart, funny, quirky in cute ways. I’m totally in love with her.”

“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

“Well, she’s not the problem. I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t satisfy her. I mean, I can make her come. With my tongue or fingers. But…I have a bit of an early ejaculation problem.”

“You should likely talk to a doctor about that, don’t you think? I mean, I’m not a medical student, you know.” Tracy was almost sure he was going to ask her for some kind of love potion. Why would Mrs. Scales think she’d be interested in that?

“Oh, I know that. But since Mrs. Scales said I should talk to you, I kind of thought you must be a witch.”

“Oh. Well, I am a witch. Yes, that’s true. But I don’t put spells on people to make them fall in love with other people. I don’t do that kind of thing. I mean, it can be done, but I don’t do it.”

“That’s not really what I have in mind.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I misunderstood. What did you want me to do?”

“I saw you at the club the other night. I was watching that guy with the girl and you were watching me watching him. Remember?”

She did.

“Well, I’ve been watching that guy for a while. He’s a major asshole. His name is Craig. He sleeps with girls and then never talks to them again. I overheard this one girl talking about him one night. She said he was so good in bed, but he was a prick. Never called her again. Fucked her and ditched her. That’s just wrong. The girl that she was talking to said he did the same thing to her.”

Tracy nodded her head. “Ya, I know a few guys like that. But what has this got to do with you? Or me?”

“Well, I was hoping there was some kind of spell that you could do to transfer his sexual abilities from him to me. You know. Teach him a lesson while giving me the ability to keep my girlfriend. Because honestly, I’m afraid she’s going to leave me one of these days if I can’t keep her happy in bed, you know? I mean, women say that the sex doesn’t matter but it must get tiring after a while. I want to make her happy. And he doesn’t deserve to have to have those kinds of sexual skills and abuse them.”

Tracy thought about it. “I don’t know if such a spell even exists. And if it does, I don’t know if I could do it.” She didn’t want to admit it to Dave, but she was intrigued. A spell like this, if it even existed, would be a real challenge.

“Would you try, though? To find out if it exists?”

“I could look around. See what I could find.”

“And would you use it if it does exist? I will give you whatever you want. Money. Something else? I’ll find it.”

“I’m not sure, Dave. Can I think about this? I mean, I don’t even know what I would want.”

“Of course. Here’s my number. I really need this. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to help you and to make this happen.”

“Ok. I’ll call you in a week or so ok? I’ll see what I can find out. But even if such a spell does exist, I can’t promise that I will use it. It could be dangerous. For me or for you or for him. And no matter what kind of asshole he is, I won’t put anyone’s life at risk.”

“Great. Thanks Tracy. I’m looking forward to hearing from you.”

Dave left. Tracy wasn’t sure what to think about this. What would she even want? Was there even such a spell in existence? She’d never heard of anything like that — spell or potion — so if it existed, it would be hard to find and possibly risky.

After a week of research, she found what she needed. It was a complicated potion and if it didn’t go exactly right, there was a chance that something could go wrong and she wasn’t sure she was willing to take the risk. Until she got the letter.

It was a letter from the school. Her grant was being discontinued, and she was not going to have funding for next semester. The funding that she’d relied on for school was gone, and even if she got a job, she wasn’t going to be able to save up enough money to pay her bills and pay for school. Not in the near future, anyway. She was only a year away from graduation. She really didn’t like the idea of taking a few years off to save money to finish.

That was what settled it in her mind. She was going to have to do this spell. She picked up the phone and called Dave right away.

She gave him the price she needed for doing this spell and explained to him how dangerous it was. She could end up being the one that was cursed or he could. He said he was willing to take the risk, and the price she gave him was fine. He would just need a couple weeks to get the funds together.

She would also need certain things to do the spell. One of his hairs and one of the Craig’s hairs. Rhino penis dust. The list went on and got more bizarre. She told him it would be his responsibility to get those things.

They set a date for him to have the funds and the ingredients to make the potion. Now Tracy just needed to do her research on this guy and find out everything she could about it. The part she didn’t like was that she was going to have to sleep with him. She wasn’t too thrilled about that.

Two weeks later, Tracy knew everything about him that there was to know. Not that there was a lot. He was a pretty simple guy. He liked most women as long as they were slender and pretty, but he especially like women that looked young. So getting him into bed wasn’t going to be a big issue. Dave had gotten the funds together, and they were already in her account. All there was left to do was gather up the ingredients, make the potion, and get this guy into her bed.

That turned out to be easier than she thought it would be. She knew that on Friday nights he started off at a bar that the students often went to. If he didn’t see someone he liked/hadn’t fucked yet there, he would move on to a club downtown.

So, Tracy figured her best bet was to start at the bar that all the students went to. But since she’d been there a few times herself, she thought she should likely get more into the character of trusting, semi-innocent co-ed so she wouldn’t be recognized easily by anyone she went to class with. She got her hair cut and dyed back to her natural light brown. A cute pixie cut would make her look young and since he seemed to like that kind of thing, she would easily catch his attention..

Then she headed over to Shannon’s place. Shannon was a bit of a geek, but she didn’t ask questions when Tracy asked if she could borrow some clothes. She told Shannon it was for a wedding. Then Tracy headed to the drugstore for some cheap, girly makeup. Lots of pretty pinks. When she had everything she needed and got ready and looked in the mirror, she never would have recognized herself. She looked like she did when she was 12. It was kind of scary.

That night, she found a seat at the bar. It wasn’t crowded yet since it was still early. She ordered a Long Island Iced Tea and sipped on it. She’d seen Craig when she came in, but she didn’t look him directly in the eye. She knew he would come to her. And he did.

It was only about 10 minutes before he came and sat beside her and ordered a drink and started making small talk. Tracy cringed inwardly at his pickup lines, but she smiled on the outside.

“I’ve never seen you here before. Do you come here often?”

“No, I just transferred from another school. I was supposed to meet someone here.”

“A date?”

“Ya, just some guy from one of my classes.”

“Ya, a lot of guys around here are douchebags. Mind if I keep you company?”

Tracy smiled the innocent smile she’d practiced in the mirror earlier. “Sure. I hate sitting at a bar alone.”

As far as he was concerned, this was going exactly according to his plan. But really, it was Tracy’s plan that was working out exactly the way she wanted.

Within the hour, they were back at his place, making out. When he got up to go to the bathroom, she poured the potion she’d made into his beer. It was that easy.

When he came out of the bathroom, he went to the bed and patted the spot beside him. She brought her drink and his beer and handed it to him.

He took a big chug before putting it on the side table and reaching for her. She let him make all the moves and pretty soon they were both naked.

His hands roved over her body, touching her breasts. Then his mouth moved down to one of them and he sucked in a nipple, gently at first and then with more pressure. His hand slid between her legs and she moaned for him.

“Jesus, you’re so wet already.”

“I can’t help it. That feels so good. I just want to feel you inside me.”

“Well, I do aim to please,” he said with a cock grin as he moved between her legs and stroked his cock.

“Will you let me come first?” she asked. “Because if I don’t come first, I usually don’t come at all. Most of the guys I’ve been with before have been so greedy.”

“Of course, baby. I always let the girl come first.”

“Sometimes I take a while.”

“Trust me. I’ve never had a problem making a girl cum. You’ll be gushing in no time.”

He moved her legs up and slid inside her. The girl who had been talking about him was right — he was huge. And confident. All his moves would have made almost any girl scream with orgasms in minutes. He knew what he was doing.

What he didn’t know was that Tracy had created a potion for herself too. The potion would give her all the control over her orgasm that she needed to make sure that she didn’t come before she wanted to. Or at all. All she had to do was wear him out. As long as he came first, he would permanently lose all of his powers and they would be transferred to Dave immediately.

“Oh ya, Craig, that feels so good,” she screamed, acting like he was some kind of God. “Your cock feels so good inside me. Can you go faster?”

He responded to her prodding and plowed his way deep into her pussy, thrusting deep and hard.

“Oh, I love it! Fuck me good and hard! I’ve never been fucked like this before.”

She appealed to his ego, and he beamed as he upped his efforts. His hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her body into him each time he drove his cock inside her.

“I’ve never felt so hot before. You make me feel like a wanton slut!”

She could see him starting to lose control a bit already. The dirty talk seemed to turn him on.

“Are you getting close?” he asked.

“Oh ya, I’m sure I am. But I need to be fucked hard. Either that or I need to have my pussy eaten. If you’re getting tired, you can go down on me. Most guys can only make me cum that way.”

“No. I’m not most guys. Turn over and I’ll fuck you from behind. That will make you come.”

Tracy turned and presented her bottom to him. He grasped her hips and slid his cock back into her wetness. She smiled knowing that no matter what he did, no matter how hard he fucked her, he would never make her cum.

Part 2 — Craig

“Talk dirty to me. That usually gets me worked up,” Tracy said.

He started muttered things like “dirty slut”, “horny bitch” and anything else he could come up with. But that just got him more excited. With his deep thrusts and his dirty talk, he soon felt like he was going to cum.

“Oooh. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m so close!” she screamed.

But he had to slow down, or he knew he’d cum before her, and he was determined to prove that he could make her cum first. Every other girl he’d fucked had come long before this.

He slowed his pace and tried to think about non-sexual things. His mom. Baseball. Snakes. No, snakes were too phallic. Spiders. Ya. But the urge to come just kept getting worse.

“We could take a break,” Tracy suggested. “Just don’t cum yet ok?”

“No, no. I’m fine. I could pound your pussy all night long.”

Just saying that made him want to shoot a load inside her.

He remembered how just last week he’d made that redhead come so hard she squirted. What was her name? He tried to remember as he reached between Tracy’s legs and started to rub her clit. Carrie? Samantha? Ya, Samantha. She’d come twice for him before he finally let himself cum. He remembered that. He’d fucked her standing against a wall in her foyer, her back against the wall and her legs wrapped around his back as he shoved his dick into her over and over again. He remembered the site of her perk titties bouncing up and down as he spread her ass cheeks wide and impaled her on his cock.

Almost as soon as she came, he picked her up and carried her over to the couch, his cock still inside her. He turned her around and bent her over the back of the couch like a rag doll and fucked her again. This time, hitting her g-spot and making her scream out his name as she came, squirting all over the back of the couch. After, he came inside her and then let her fall in a heap onto the couch, there was a puddle of her juices on the hardwood floor.

The thought of it was make his dick twitch though. So he tried to stop thinking about Samantha and her easy orgasms. He was a stud, he’d make this chick come if it was the last thing he did.

Rolling over to his back, he said, “Get on top. I like watching.”

Part 3 — Tracy

Tracy smiled. This was going to be the end of him.

She straddled his hips and slid over his cock and began to ride him. His thumb reached up to rub her clit again and Tracy acted like it was the best thing on earth. She moved her hands to her breasts and fondled them as he watched. Her hips swiveled as she rose and fell. Faster and faster, she took his cock deep inside her. He tried to slow her down, grabbing her hips, but she wasn’t having any of that.

Part 4 — Craig

That Samantha chick and their night together kept creeping into his mind. But it was different this time. This time, instead of making her cum, he was struggling to maintain his composure. She was calling him down, telling him that he wasn’t man enough to please her and he was begging her to give him more time. He was trying desperately not to cum inside her and he kept having to pull out to get a grip.

His ability to maintain control was slipping away now. He had to get back in control. He flipped Tracy onto her back again and concentrated on shallow movements so he wouldn’t come yet.

Tracy moaned and groaned like she was on the brink of an orgasm. Samantha’s voice kept echoing in his head, though.

“Loser.”

“I can’t even feel you moving!”

“Fuck me hard, you bitch.”

That’s not how it went down though, was it? Didn’t he give her a hardcore fucking and make her come twice? He was sure that had been how it happened.

His memories were all fucked up now, and he felt like he was going to burst. Tracy was thrusting her hips against him, thrashing around beneath him and he was desperately trying to make her cum but not even able to move anymore without gushing inside her.

Then he felt her muscles clench over his cock and he was sure she was cumming.

“C’mon Craig. Don’t stop. Fuck me! Make me cum!”

He couldn’t hold it back anymore and he exploded. His entire body shook as he released his pent up confusing inside her body.

Then he looked down at her, and she was smiling. But not the smile of a woman that was satisfied. It was a mocking smile that he’d never seen before. Or he didn’t think he’d seen before. What once were the faces of satisfied women in his memories had become the faces of snide, mocking women that were not surprised that he couldn’t make them cum.

“You came right?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Not even close.”

“What?”

He rolled off her and sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He was so confused. He was a stud. He fucked women and made them cum all the time. At least three or four times a week.

The girl last night, the one he fucked in his car, she left a big mess on the car seat, didn’t she? He tried to remember, but all that came to mind was a memory of her laughing at him as she slammed the car door and walked away.

No, that’s not right. The girl he’d picked up at the bar on the weekend. They had gone to her place, and she sucked his cock and then begged him to fuck her ass, and she’d screamed so loud the neighbors banged on the ceiling. Right? That’s how it went. But that wasn’t the memory that came into his mind.

Instead of thrilling her, he saw himself, at the edge of the bed, just like he was now. She was reaching for the vibrator and using it on herself until she came. And then throwing his clothes at him and telling him not to come back until he learned how to fuck.

He shook his head.

“I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry, it happens to everyone.” Tracy said with a mock smile.

“Not me. I have never had this problem. Or I didn’t think I did. I’m so confused.”

“Why?”

“Because I have memories that where I thought I’d made all these women come so hard but then when I think about it, it turns out I didn’t and they all laugh at me. Just like you’re laughing at me. What is going on?”

As Tracy put on her clothes she smiled. “Maybe you’re cursed.”

He shook his head. There was no such thing as curses. Was there? But this was so weird. And there was no logic to it. His memories of being a stud were fading away. There, yet not there. Had he imagined it all? It was like they were dreams and more he tried to remember them, the more they faded away.

All he could remember now was countless women laughing at him. Cumming before he could even get inside them. Samantha was screaming at him as she wiped jism off her dress in the foyer and he stood in front of her with his limp dick hanging out, begging for another chance.

He looked at Tracy as she stood by the door, her purse in her hand.

Smiling, she said, “You’ve been selfish, Craig. You’ve used all the sexual skills you had selfishly. You’ve fucked so many women you can’t even remember their names. You can’t be bothered to have a proper relationship. Maybe if you had realized that there is more to sex than orgasms, you wouldn’t be in this position. Now, those memories you’re having? Those are all you’ll ever have. The ones that are still good will fade away until you they no longer even come to mind and you’ll never be able to maintain an erection for longer than a few minutes. Soon, just thinking about seeing a woman naked will make you come.”

“No, no.” Craig shook his head.

“It serves you right,” she said, as she opened the door. “You don’t deserve to have those skills. Now someone worthy will have them. Have a nice life.”

Part 5 — Dave

Meanwhile, across town, Dave was sliding his dick into Laina’s pussy for the second time of the night. He’d been fucking her for over an hour and she was on the verge of her third orgasm. The first time they made love, she’d been hesitant because of their previous lovemaking sessions, which had never lasted over five minutes. But when he slid his cock inside her for the first time that night, her eyes widened with pleasure.

The first time she came, she looked up at him with such a surprised look. And when she’d rolled over to her side, and he slid inside her again, squeezing her breasts between his hands, it only took a few minutes to make her come again.

His erection was enormous still, and he felt like he could keep this up all night long. And she was looking down at him as she took his hard cock deep inside her with amazement and awe. She’d never looked at him like this before. He knew she had affection for him, but now, her eyes were full of lust and desire. Laina was his. He would never lose her now.