Jerked into Her (TG Story) - Part 9

Jerked into Her (TG Story)

From FemmeForge:

A Ritual. A Fantasy. A Transformation Too Hot to Survive.

Eli never felt at home in his body. Not in a tragic way—just in that horny, obsessive, aching way that builds in secret. In silence. In shame. Alone at night, jerking off to the women he envied more than desired, whispering the same question over and over:

“What does it feel like to be her?”

Not to live as a woman.
To fuck like one.
To be the kind of woman who moans, who clenches, who drips—who makes men lose their minds just by walking into the room.

When Eli finds a ritual online—a cursed rite whispered about in NSFW occult threads—he doesn’t laugh.
He lights the candles.
He draws the sigil.
He jerks off into the bowl.

And what begins as a filthy fantasy spirals into a full-blown, erotic, reality-breaking metamorphosis.

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Ninthy Part

The mirror behind her shivered.

The smeared cum, the fog, even the glow—all of it blurred as though someone had smeared ink across water. Eli staggered back a step, his sticky chest rising and falling in sharp, panicked breaths.

“Wh-what the… what’s—ahhhhnnn—wh-what’s happening?!” His voice cracked halfway through, teetering between fear and arousal.

She only purred, low and rich, like the sound vibrated out of her tits as they swayed with her breathing. Her eyes locked on his, lips curling into a slow, sultry grin.

“What’s happening, baby?” She dragged a hand down her thigh, over her glistening slit, moaning as her fingers toyed lazily with herself. “I’m going to give you what you begged for. What you screamed for. What you came for.”

Eli’s cock twitched painfully, a bead of precum dripping down his shaft as he staggered another step closer to her, helpless. “N-n-no—ohhhhhh f-fuckkkk—”

She pressed a finger to her lips, shushing him softly, sensually. Then her voice dropped even lower, every word like silk-wrapped poison:

“I’m going to make you transform into the horny little woman you are inside… and I’m going to take that pathetic dick away.”

The mirror pulsed once behind her, throwing a ripple of red light across the room.

Eli gasped, trembling. “Ohhh g-godddd…”

Her laugh was soft, raunchy, triumphant. “Mmmnnnhhh… yes, baby. Say goodbye. It’s time.”

The blurred surface of the mirror snapped into focus again—no longer smeared, no longer glowing red.

And there it was.

His reflection.

Not the busty goddess. Not the dripping, moaning slut he’d just seen. Just him. Eli. Naked. Thin. Pale. Every flaw on display, his limp cock dangling pathetically between trembling legs.

Eli’s breath hitched. He staggered forward a step, staring wide-eyed. “Th-that’s… m-me… ohhh f-fuckkkk…”

The woman pressed her tits together with a low, teasing moan, stepping up beside him, her presence radiating heat. Her eyes flicked toward the mirror, then back at him, her smirk razor-sharp.

“Yes, baby. That’s you. Every inch of the body you hate. And now you’re going to watch it change.”

Eli shook his head, panting, cock twitching against his thigh. “Wh-what do you mean—change—?”

She leaned close, tits wobbling against his arm as she whispered filth into his ear. “I mean, everything you see happen in that mirror… every swell, every stretch, every moan… will happen to you. Right now.”

Eli’s knees buckled, his voice cracking in a choked moan. “Ohhhh fffhhhhh—ohhh goddd—”

Her hand trailed down over her dripping slit, teasing herself as she purred. “Mmmnnnnhhh… yes, baby. Watch it. Watch him disappear. Watch her crawl out of your skin.”

The mirror shimmered, Eli’s reflection twitching slightly—like the glass itself was alive, waiting to start.

She circled him like a predator, hips rolling, tits swaying with every deliberate step. Her voice oozed filth, wrapping around his ears like smoke. “So tell me, Eli…” she purred, dragging his name out until it sounded like a moan. “…what do you want to see change first? Which piece of that sorry, naked boy-body in the mirror should I ruin for you?”

Eli’s mouth opened, but only a shaky gasp came out. His chest rose and fell in jagged heaves, his cock twitching against his thigh like it was trying to answer for him.

She leaned closer, tits brushing his shoulder blades, nipples hard enough to make his skin prickle. “Will it be the chest?” she asked, her breath hot, her tone mocking. “That flat, scrawny slab you’ve spent half your life wishing would bloat into heavy tits—so fat they bounce every time you breathe, so big they’d spill out of your hands. Don’t you want to watch those sprout, Eli? Watch your nipples puff, your pecs melt, your chest blossom into a pair of fat, sweaty fuck-pillows?”

Eli whimpered, eyes flicking down to his reflection’s chest. Flat. Pale. Boring. The exact opposite of what he craved. His cock throbbed, drooling a clear streak down his thigh.

But before he could sink too deep into that thought, she dragged her hands down her own body, palms sweeping past her waist until they cupped the obscene swell of her hips. She squeezed hard, jiggling her own ass until it clapped, and moaned loud enough to make his knees buckle. “Or maybe… this.”

Her hips rolled side to side, ass bouncing lewdly as she stared at him in the mirror. “Those hips of yours. Flat. Square. Blocky. Not built to sway, not built to tempt, not built to ride cock until you break. Don’t you ache to see them explode outwards? To feel that waist cinch in, tighter and tighter, until your reflection looks like a dirty hourglass fuckdoll instead of a block of wood?”

Eli’s jaw fell open. His gaze locked on the mirror—not her curves, not her sway, but his own naked reflection staring back at him.

And for the first time, he really saw it.

The waist.

His waist.

Square. Ugly. Straight up and down like some unfinished mannequin. His torso ran in one boring line from ribs to hips—no curve, no softness, nothing. Just blocky boy-flesh, flat and sterile.

“Ohhh f-fuck…” he whimpered, voice cracking high. His thighs trembled, toes curling against the smoky floor. His chest hitched as his reflection stared back, that sad, square waist mocking him. “It’s… i-it’s so square. S-so… wrong. F-fuck, it’s hideous…”

And just from saying it, his cock jerked hard, slapping against his belly as another droplet of precum streaked down the glass.

The woman chuckled, long and low, before moaning right in his ear, the sound wet and filthy. “Yesss, baby. Now you see it. That pathetic, blocky waist. Those flat hips. They’re not made for lust. Not made for desire. Not made to be touched.” Her tits mashed against his arm, smearing slickness as she ground her chest into him. “But imagine it, Eli… that boring waist crushed in, cinched tight. Your hips breaking wide, obscene curves pulling you into the hourglass you’ve always moaned for. Imagine your thighs thickening, rubbing with every step, imagine watching it happen to you, right here, right now.”

Eli whined—a raw, broken sound that wasn’t quite a word. His hands gripped the smoky floor like he needed to hold himself down or he’d fly apart. His reflection stared back at him, sad and male, and his whole body shook at the thought of watching it twist, reshape, bloom into curves.

“I… ohhh goddd…” His voice was trembling, barely more than a pant. “I-I c-can’t stop picturing it…”

His cock was drooling freely now, precum streaking down to puddle at his feet, his thighs quaking as if just the prospect of those changes was enough to wreck him.

She moved slow, deliberate. One hand slid up over the swell of her hip, then down, curving over the inward dip of her waist, tracing that perfect, obscene hourglass with her palms. Her tits wobbled as she moaned low in her throat, savoring the motion.

“Mmmmnnnhhh… see this, Eli? This shape. This is what a body’s supposed to do. Dip in, spill out. Built to sway. Built to tempt. Built to fuck.”

Eli’s breath caught, his reflection fogging the glass as he panted. His cock slapped weakly against his belly, leaking more with every word.

Then her hands left her own body and caught his wrists. Slowly, sensually, she guided them down to his sides. He resisted, trembling, but she pressed harder until his palms landed flat against his own waist in the mirror.

Square. Flat. Blocky.

It was like touching a piece of wood compared to the lush curves she’d just traced. No dip. No flare. Just boring, male lines.

Eli whimpered, his lips trembling. “I-it’s… s-so square… ohhh f-fuckkkk…”

She purred in his ear, grinding her tits against his back. “Yes. Feel it. No curves. No temptation. Just a boy’s waist. Doesn’t it make you ache, Eli? Doesn’t it make you crave what you saw on me? What you know should be yours?”

He shook his head, but it was weak, a lie trembling on his lips. His cock pulsed, drooling down his thigh, betraying him.

“Say it.” Her voice hardened, though it dripped filth. Her hips pressed to his ass, grinding slow and heavy. “Say what you want. Say what you need first. Waist and hips. Say it.”

Eli’s whole body shuddered, his knees knocking together. He moaned loud, voice breaking high. “I-I… I w-want…”

“Louder.”

He clenched his eyes shut, his cock jerking violently as the words tore out of him.

“I w-want my waist… and hips… f-first!”

The sound echoed in the dream-room, soaked in need. His reflection in the mirror seemed to quiver at the confession, as if waiting for permission to twist.

Her smirk widened against his ear as she moaned, pleased. “Mmmnnnhhh… good boy. No…” she purred filthily, grinding harder. “Good girl.”

She slid around him like smoke, her curves brushing across his skin until she was pressed flush against his back. Her tits flattened against him, heavy and hot, her nipples dragging fire over his shoulder blades as she moaned right in his ear.

Her hands snaked down and caught his wrists again, guiding them back to his waist. She pressed them in hard, forcing his palms to feel that square, boyish shape. Then she laced her fingers over his, trapping him there, both of them holding his body like it was already on display.

“Mmmhhhnnnhhh… feel it, baby. Feel what’s about to break.”

Eli whimpered, staring at the mirror. His reflection stood there, naked, limp, awkward — the same sad male body he’d always hated.

Until it moved.

The reflection twitched. Its shoulders jerked once, hard, like someone had yanked invisible strings. Then it let out a sudden, raw grunt that made Eli’s blood run cold.

“Aaaaahhhhnnn~!”

“Wh-what the fff—” Eli stammered, his voice cracking.

In the glass, his male self’s hands flew to his hips. At first it looked confused, palms pressing against the flat, square sides like it couldn’t understand what it was touching. Then the face twisted — a grimace, lips curling back, chest heaving.

The sound came next. A groan, deep and strained, almost guttural. His reflection bent slightly, clutching its own hips as if something inside was prying them apart.

“Nnnnnnhaaaahhh!”

Eli froze, his cock throbbing painfully against his belly, torn between panic and arousal. His breath fogged the glass as he stammered, “Ohhh g-godddd, wh-what’s h-happening to meee—”

Behind him, her tits ground harder into his back, her voice a velvet purr. “An omen, baby. The start. You wanted hips, you wanted that waist pulled tight… now watch. Watch what you asked for.”

The reflection jerked again, another loud grunt spilling from its mouth as the fingers dug harder into its sides, nails dragging red marks over pale skin.

The reflection stiffened—then bent double with a violent CRACK.

“NGGHHHHH—AAAGHHHHHHHH—!” it howled, the sound tearing from its throat like an animal in heat and agony at once.

Eli’s hands dug into his real waist, guided by hers, and he swore he felt a phantom echo ripple under his own skin. The mirror version’s hips jerked outward, bones snapping audibly, sharp pop-pop-POPS that made its whole body shudder.

“FfffuuUUUCKKKK—NGHHHHHHHHH—OH GODDDDDD—!” the reflection grunted, voice breaking into a high-pitched, pornographic whimper on the last syllable.

The waist cinched tighter, squeezing inward, ribs groaning as the sides sucked in. Then—another crack, sharper, nastier, echoing across the room. The reflection screamed, clutching its sides like it was being pried open.

“AAHHHHHHHHHH—NNGGHHHHH—! OH F-F-FUCKKKKKKKK!”

Eli staggered against the glass, eyes wide, cock leaking down his thigh as he moaned in sync, like the sound alone was rewiring him. “OHHHHHH GODDDDDD—S-SHHHIITTTTTT—AHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!”

Her tits mashed harder into his back, her breath hot and ragged as she purred between moans. “Yes, baby—nnnghhhhh—listen to yourself. Listen to her. That’s you breaking. That’s you opening up. That’s your hips, your waist, your body.”

Another violent jolt rippled through the reflection, hips bursting wider with a wet CRACKKKK. Its thighs slapped apart, forced open by the sudden swell of bone and flesh.

“FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK—NGHHHHHHHHHH—AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!” it shrieked, its voice cracking high, almost feminine now. Drool streaked down its chin, its hands digging into its own sides like it didn’t know whether to claw or hold on.

Eli’s nails scraped across his real waist, trembling, gasping, moaning right along with it. “NnnnnNNGGHHHHHHH—OH GODDDDDDDD I F-FEEL ITTTTTTT—AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!”

The mirror shook violently, the reflection writhing as its waist pulled impossibly tight, hips jutting out, obscene, round, womanly. Every howl and grunt twisted into a symphony of transformation, pleasure tangled with agony, pornographic and primal.

And Eli couldn’t stop watching—couldn’t stop matching every moan, every scream.

The mirror howled again—and this time Eli felt it.

A blistering heat shot through his own hips, deep in the sockets, sharp enough to make his legs buckle. His palms flew instinctively to his sides—only to find her hands already there, wrapping over his, trapping him against the square lines of his waist. Her tits mashed into his back, her breath hot on his ear as the pain flared white-hot.

CRACK.

“NNNNGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—AAAGHHHHHHHHHHHH—!” Eli howled, voice torn raw. His knees knocked together, cock jerking painfully against his belly as the bones beneath his skin shifted.

Her fingers dug in harder, forcing his own hands to feel it—his flesh tightening, his hips straining. “Mmmmm, yessss baby… feel it. That’s you breaking wide. That’s your body betraying you.”

Another violent POP rattled through his pelvis, sharp enough to drag a guttural grunt from his throat.

“NNNHHHHHHHHHHHFFF—FFUUUUUCKKKKKK—AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!”

He twisted against her grip, body convulsing with every jolt. The mirror showed his reflection bending the same way—clutching its hips, screaming as its waist cinched and bones spread, body reshaping in agonized ecstasy.

Drool streaked down Eli’s chin as another CRACKKKK tore through him. His eyes rolled, his voice pitched high, breaking apart into filthy moans.

“AAHHHHHHHHHHHH—OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDD—NNNNNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—FUUUUUUCKKKKKK—!”

Her lips brushed his ear, her voice velvet-low, full of cruel joy. “Listen to yourself, Eli. Grunting, moaning, howling like a little bitch while your hips break into a woman’s. Every sound you make, every scream, it’s proof. Proof of what you really are.”

His body spasmed, thighs spreading wider as another POP cracked through his pelvis. His cock slapped wetly against his stomach, leaking steady.

“NNNNNFFFUHHHHHHHHHHH—HAAAAHHHHHHHHHH—AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he wailed, his voice cracking higher until it sounded wrong, too soft, too desperate.

Her nails raked his waist, forcing his palms to squeeze the tightening line of his torso. “Mmmmmm, feel it, slut. That’s the square little boy waist vanishing. That’s the curve you begged for taking its place. You’re being split open for it. Wider, rounder, hungrier.”

Another CRACK shook him, his hips jerking violently outward. He nearly collapsed, but her tits held him up, her hands anchoring him as he convulsed, drooling, howling into the air.

“HHHHHNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHHH—AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—OHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!”

And through the agony, through the heat, through the cracks of bone, his cock twitched harder than ever, pulsing ropes of precum as his hips burst wider, pulled into obscene, womanly curves.

The mirror version of him staggered, hips already grotesquely wide, flaring out like they were being wrenched open by invisible hands. Its face twisted in agony, spit flying from its lips as it screamed, clutching its sides.

“NNNNNNNNGGHHHHHHHHH—AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!”

Its fingers dug into its waist—and then it felt it: that crushing, agonizing pressure cinching in from both sides, bones grinding, ribs narrowing like a vice was snapping down.

“FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK—NHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD—!” the reflection howled, back arching as its torso warped before his eyes.

And then Eli felt it too.

It hit like a punch, sharp and suffocating, his waist clamping inward so fast he nearly collapsed. His hands jerked to his sides—already pinned there by hers, her fingers laced over his, forcing him to feel it. His back arched, ribs creaking, as his waist squeezed smaller and smaller, dragged toward that obscene hourglass.

“HHHHNNNNNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH—F-FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK—AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!” Eli howled, his voice shattering into shrill moans between every guttural grunt. His cock slapped up against his stomach, leaking a steady trail down his abs.

The reflection mirrored him perfectly—hips snapping wider with another CRACK, waist caving inward as its hands clawed at its sides. The sound it made was a mix of pain and pure, desperate bliss.

“NNNNNHHHHHHHHHH—AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD—!”

Eli’s eyes rolled, sweat pouring down his temple. Every squeeze of his waist, every crack of his hips sent shocks of unbearable pleasure up his spine. He drooled openly, moaning like a porn star getting railed senseless.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—OH FUCKKKKKKKKK—NNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHH—AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Her tits mashed harder into his back, her nails scoring down his waist as she growled into his ear: “Yesss, that’s it, baby. Wide hips. Tight little waist. Look at her in the mirror. Look at you. Hourglass, fucktoy, dripping dream. Scream for it.”

And he did—his throat raw, his moans breaking higher, guttural grunts melting into filthy, desperate cries of surrender.

“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK—GODDDDDDDDDD—H-HHHNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The reflection’s waist snapped inward one last violent time with a sickening CRUNCH, and Eli felt the exact same thing ripple through his ribs—tight, obscene, slutty. His body twisted, convulsing, his hips flared and his waist cinched, until he was trapped in the unmistakable outline of an hourglass.

The mirror-version let out one last tortured howl, hips bursting outward with a wet CRACK as the waist cinched in tight, the whole torso pulled into the obscene, perfect sweep of an hourglass.

“NNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHHH—AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—FFUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK—!” it shrieked before its knees buckled. The reflection collapsed onto the smoky floor, body writhing, then panting, then just trembling as the new shape settled. Its hands roamed over its sides, fingers digging into the tight waist, sliding down the broad flare of its hips. Each touch dragged out another ragged grunt of relief.

“HHhhhnnnnghhhhh—hahhhhhhh—ohhhhhh fffffuckkkk…”

And Eli followed it down.

His body locked, then gave out, his knees smacking the floor. His waist was still burning, hips pulsing with phantom cracks, but it was done. He sagged backwards, boneless—straight into her arms. Her tits cushioned his collapse, huge and slick against his shoulders and back, and she caught him easily, smirking down at him as if she’d planned it all along.

“Shhhhhh, baby,” she cooed, grinding her tits lazily against him while his chest heaved. “You’ve got it now. Look at yourself.”

Eli blinked up at the mirror, dazed, sweat dripping into his eyes.

And froze.

The reflection was still on its knees, panting, waist pulled so tight it almost looked unreal. The hips—his hips—were enormous, flared wide, obscene, dripping with sex appeal. His whole lower body curved like a sin, thighs fattened just enough to press together, waist tucked in to make the hourglass pop.

“Ffffhhhhh—oh my godddd…” Eli panted, stunned, his voice a broken whimper. His own hands twitched to his sides, feeling the sharp inward dip, the heavy outward curve, the new slope of him.

In the mirror, his reflection shifted, turning just enough to show off the new curves in profile—hips jutting like handles, waist impossibly narrow, ass lifting from behind like ripe flesh begging to bounce. Every angle screamed slut. Every detail was a porno shot frozen in glass.

Eli’s lips trembled. “It’s… it’s r-real. Ohhhhhhhhhh ffffuuuuuck, i-it’s s-so real…”

His cock slapped wetly against his thigh as he pressed closer into her chest, staring wide-eyed at the sensual glory of his own new waist and hips. His breath fogged the glass, his thighs quivering as he whispered, “Look at those curves… look at m-me… ohhh godddddd…”

And her arms held him tighter, smothering him in her tits while her voice purred in his ear, “Mmmmm, drink it in, slut. Every inch. Every detail. Your hourglass. Your hips. Your body. You’re almost there…”

To be continued...