Dared into Her (TG Story) - Part 7

Dared into Her (TG Story)

By FemmeForge

It was supposed to be a stupid late-night joke — a drunk, mean-spirited dare to humiliate the shy virgin of the group.
One ritual. A mirror. A copper bowl. A “lust offering.”

Shy, dick-starved virgin Ethan never stood a chance once his friends found that shady “summon a succubus” ritual online.
They pin him in the spotlight, ripping into him with filthy jokes about how he’d look as a woman — huge, soft tits spilling over his hands, a fat jiggling ass you could bounce coins off, and a dripping little pussy just begging for the first cock that got near it. 

Ethan knew it was fake. His friends knew it was fake. That didn’t stop them from pinning him down in the filthiest way possible — teasing him, taunting him, painting vivid pictures of what he’d look like with fat tits, a perfect ass, and a dripping little pussy. They laughed, they dared, they pushed… until he said yes.

By the time it’s over, Ethan’s gone — replaced by a wide-eyed, soaking-wet slut who can barely stand without rubbing her thighs together.

Now Ethan is about to find out just how far a silly dare can go… and how hot, humiliating, and irreversible becoming the perfect fuckable plaything can really be.

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Part 7

Ethan’s chest heaved as he slumped forward on his trembling arms, sweat dripping down onto the floorboards. His whole body was twitching in confused aftershocks, thighs quivering, pussy still slick from the humiliating climax the curse had forced out of him.

But then it hit him.

The awareness.
The absence.

His hand slid down automatically, searching — desperate — for the familiar heft between his legs.

And found nothing.

His fingers brushed soft flesh instead. Wet, ridged folds that clenched instinctively under his touch. A swollen nub that throbbed like a second heartbeat. Slick warmth oozing onto his fingertips, proof of what he had become.

Ethan froze. His lungs locked.

Then he screamed.

“NO! Oh god, no no no—where the fuck—WHERE’S MY DICK?!” His own voice betrayed him, pitched high, trembling, sultry in its desperation. He sounded like a girl crying into a pillow, like porn dialogue overdubbed onto his panic.

He fell back onto his ass, legs spread wide by the thick weight of his cursed thighs. The motion made everything worse — folds spread, clit twitched, and fresh wetness dripped down onto the floor. His pussy responded to the movement, already alive, already aching.

“No—no, no, this isn’t me!” he wailed, clawing at himself, dainty fingers sliding against his slick lips. “I’m not—ahhhhnnnn~—not a girl!”

But the more he denied, the more his pussy betrayed him. Every word made it pulse. Every shift of his thighs made it squish, obscene and wet.

Cass laughed from her perch against the wall, eyes glittering. “Oh, babe. You don’t need a dick. Look at you. That cunt’s dripping like it was always meant to be there.”

“Shut up!” he cried, clutching himself tighter, nails digging into his soft skin. “I’m still a man—I was—I—oh god, I can’t—!”

But his mouth twisted the words as they left, dripping filth instead of denial:
“I’m not a man, I’m your wet little slut~!”

He slapped a hand over his lips in shock. Tears spilled down his smooth cheeks. “No, that’s not what I said! That’s not what I—”

Mason stepped forward, his voice hoarse, raw with lust. “Jesus Christ… it’s real. You’ve got a pussy.” He licked his lips. “And it’s begging.”

Ethan’s head snapped up, eyes wild. “Don’t look at me like that! Don’t—don’t come near me!”

But even as he said it, his body betrayed him again. His legs trembled… and spread wider. The thick meat of his thighs parted shamelessly, giving Mason a perfect view of his soaked, pink folds.

Ethan gasped, clutching his thighs, trying to force them shut — but they didn’t listen. The curse had locked him into the posture of submission. His pussy presented itself.

Cass barked a cruel laugh. “Oh my god. Look at her—‘don’t come near me’ with her legs spread wide open, pussy winking like it wants cock. Fucking priceless.”

Ethan sobbed, shaking his head, tears flying. “N-no, I didn’t mean—ahhhhnnnnn~! I don’t want this, I don’t—” His breath caught as his clit throbbed again, hard and needy, like it was mocking him.

Inside his skull, he was screaming stop.
But his body moaned more.

His thighs trembled again, pushing his knees further apart until his slit was glistening in the candlelight. His chest rose and fell too fast, every sob coming out sugar-sweet, pornographic. His reflection in the mirror mocked him: a girl’s face twisted in shame, a girl’s voice begging, a girl’s pussy dripping.

Ethan’s mind reeled, horrified. I’ve got a pussy. Oh god, I’ve got a pussy. I’m not a man anymore.

But his pussy clenched, leaking another slick pulse onto the floor. And Mason was still staring, bulge thick in his jeans.

Ethan whimpered. His mouth betrayed him again.
“P-please… don’t take my cock away… give it back…”
But the curse twisted it into a filthy moan:
“Please… use my pussy… fuck me nowww~!”

Ethan’s hands hovered over his lap, trembling so violently he could hear his own nails click against each other. He didn’t want to. He couldn’t. But the wet heat between his thighs was impossible to ignore. Every breath made it pulse, every heartbeat made it ache, and the absence — the sheer absence of his cock — gnawed at him like a missing limb.

Slowly, almost against his will, his dainty fingers crept down. He cupped himself, desperate to feel even the ghost of his old manhood. But all his fingertips found was the slick, swollen mound of his pubic bone… and the soft, humid cleft beneath.

Ethan froze.

His throat went dry.

“No… no, that’s not—oh god, that’s not real,” he whispered. But his own voice betrayed him again, breathy, sultry, dripping need:
“Mmm, yesss, that’s my pussy, touch it moreee~.”

He flinched, horrified, but his fingers didn’t stop. They slipped. Down into the warm seam, between the plump lips that weren’t supposed to be there.

The heat swallowed him instantly. Wetness coated his fingertips, clinging slick and obscene as he dragged them along the trembling folds. He gasped — high-pitched, girlish, helpless. His back arched.

“Ohhh fuck—” he moaned, then bit his lip hard. “N-no, that wasn’t—I didn’t—” But the curse twisted it again, spilling out instead as:
“Ohhh yesss, my pussy’s so wet, it feels sooo gooddd~.”

Cass burst out laughing, eyes wide with cruel delight. “Holy shit, she’s fingering herself already. Look at her! She can’t even keep her hands off her new cunt.”

Ethan shook his head violently, tears flying, but his fingers were moving now, trembling as they parted his folds. He felt the swollen nub at the top — his clit — and the second he brushed it, lightning shot up his spine. His thighs jerked. His hips bucked. A needy cry spilled out of him before he could swallow it.

“Ahhhhnnnnn~!”

Mason groaned low, his hand shamelessly gripping his crotch now. “Jesus fuck… she just found her clit. Look at her jump. Like a bitch in heat discovering what she’s for.”

“I didn’t—I don’t—I’m not—!” Ethan gasped, but his own body betrayed him again, pussy clenching around nothing, dripping more slick onto his trembling fingers. The heat was overwhelming, pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat. His reflection in the mirror mocked him mercilessly: a gorgeous girl on her knees, touching herself, moaning sweetly while tears rolled down her blushed cheeks.

Cass crouched lower, biting her lip as she watched. “Go on, sweetie. Explore it. Get to know your new toy. That’s all you are now — a wet hole with a clit to play with.”

Ethan whimpered, dragging his fingers lower, lower, until they brushed the tight entrance of his new pussy. The slick heat welcomed him, sucking at his fingertip with every tremble.

He recoiled instantly, shoving his hand away like he’d been burned.

“No!” he cried, voice shrill, girlish, broken. “No, I’m not—I can’t be—” But his body pulsed again, folds clenching wetly in desperate denial.

The truth throbbed between his thighs:
Ethan had a pussy.
And it wanted more.

Ethan was still reeling, trembling, staring down at the obscene cleft glistening between his thighs. His hands shook against his mound, his brain refusing to accept it, his voice spilling out in broken, sultry sobs he didn’t mean.

“I—I lost it… oh god, I lost my dick… it’s gone, I’ve got—ahhhhnnnn~—a pussy…”

The admission hung in the air like smoke, heavy and filthy. Mason’s breathing had gone rough, his eyes locked on Ethan’s dripping folds, while Cass’s laughter crackled sharp and cruel in the background.

And then it started.

A prickling itch — low, deep — like someone was pressing from inside his hips. Ethan gasped, clutching at his sides. “Wh-what now?!”

The heat spread backward, crawling over the swell of his ass. It tingled like pins and needles at first, then sharpened into a molten throb. His cheeks clenched on instinct, but the movement only made it worse — the flesh trembled, jiggling in ways it never had before.

“Ohhh god, no, not there—ahhhhnnnn~!” His whimper cracked high, girlish, sugar-sweet.

Cass leaned forward, her eyes glittering. “Ohhh my god. It’s happening. Your ass is changing.”

Mason groaned low, his grin feral. “Fuck yes… finally. About time she grew something to hold onto.”

Ethan’s hands flew behind him, clutching his backside. But instead of stopping the change, his own touch betrayed him — he felt it. Felt the slow, obscene swell beneath his palms as fat poured into his cheeks.

THRMP.

His ass bulged outward in one heavy pulse, forcing his hips to tip forward, his spine arching against his will.

THRMP.

Another surge, hotter this time. His cheeks thickened, rounding into weighty globes that squished against his trembling hands. The prickling itch was unbearable — like invisible fingers were kneading him from the inside, sculpting his flesh into something lewd.

Ethan’s eyes went wide. “No—no no no, my ass, it’s—ahhhhnnn, it’s growing—!” His voice betrayed him again, twisting his denial into a slutty whine: “It’s sooo big, spank me harder~!”

Cass burst out laughing. “Ohhh, this is priceless. Listen to her—she’s begging for a spanking while her fat little ass blows up!”

Mason leaned down, eyes glued to Ethan’s backside. “Christ… look at that jiggle. It’s already bouncing when she moves.” He licked his lips. “That’s not a man’s ass. That’s a fuck-cushion.”

Ethan sobbed, trying to squeeze his cheeks together — but the curse forced them wider. His pelvis shifted again, bones creaking, tilting his hips forward into a deep swayback. His spine arched obscenely, presenting his fattening ass like a bitch in heat.

“No! I’m not—I can’t be like this—ahhhhnnnnn~!” His moan cracked high as another THRMP made his cheeks swell, round and heavy, clapping softly when his thighs quivered.

The heat sank deeper, crawling into the tight ring between them. His hole twitched, fluttering, clenching with humiliating sensitivity. Ethan gasped, clapping a hand back to cover it. “N-not there too! Oh fuck, please, not my ass—!”

But his voice twisted sweet, sultry, dripping filth: “Mmmm, take my ass too, make it sooo tight for cockkk~!”

Mason groaned audibly. “Oh, fuck. It’s not just her pussy. That hole’s alive. She’s got two now.”

Cass smirked, biting her lip. “Two holes, Ethan. Double the ways to use you. Face it — you’re not a guy anymore. You’re a toy.”

Ethan shook, fat tears dripping off his flushed cheeks, as his ass ballooned into a perfect, porn-star swell — round, thick, heavy, and jiggle-soft. His reflection in the mirror mocked him cruelly: wide hips, fat thighs, a dripping pussy, and now a bouncing, spankable ass built for one thing.

He sobbed into his dainty hands, rocking forward as his own body betrayed him, arching, spreading, displaying itself.

Inside, he screamed: I’m not her. I’m not a slut. I’m not.

But when his mouth opened, the curse moaned instead:
“I’m your slut… spank my fat ass, use my holes, pleaaaseee~!”

And his new body jiggled in agreement.

Every pop of bone in his pelvis tilted his hips forward a little more, making the swelling flesh behind him jiggle like it was already being slapped.

“Ahhhhnnnn~!” Ethan cried, his hands flying back in vain, trying to hold his own body still. But the curse didn’t stop for his begging.

THRMP.

A hot surge of fat poured into his cheeks, swelling them into thicker, heavier mounds. His fingers sank helplessly into the new give of his flesh, and the moment he touched it, it wobbled, clapping softly against his own thighs.

THRMP.

Another pulse. His ass ballooned further, the skin stretching, the weight pulling him into a deeper arch. Each twitch of his trembling legs made it clap audibly now, obscene and wet-sounding in the candlelight.

Cass’s laughter was sharp and merciless. “That’s a stripper ass, Ethan. Built for bouncing on cock.”

He shook his head wildly, tears streaking his smooth cheeks. “No! No, not my ass, not—ahhhhnnn, fuuuck, it’s too big, it’s too heavy~!”

But even his denial melted into a slutty moan, and the jiggle beneath his palms betrayed him. His reflection showed it clearer: a fat, swelling backside that was already obscene, too big for his narrow waist, too heavy not to move with every breath.

Mason’s voice came low, ragged with lust. “Goddamn… look at it clap. That’s not Ethan’s ass. That’s a pornstar’s. That’s a fuck-pillow.”

Another bone popped inside him, widening his pelvis even more, tilting his hips into a lewd swayback. His spine bent to match, arching until his fattening ass stuck out like an invitation.

THRMP.

The cheeks wobbled violently, fat settling into tight curves that jiggled even when he was perfectly still. He could feel it — the obscene bounce in every twitch, the heat in every shift. His hole fluttered between them, clenching and unclenching with humiliating sensitivity.

“Ahhhhnnnn, ohhh god, not there, not my hole, please, not my—ahhhhnnnnn~!” Ethan gasped, clutching harder, his nails dragging across his bare cheeks.

Cass bit her lip, smirking wickedly. “Two holes now, sweetie. One dripping in front, one twitching in back. You’re a full-service slut.”

Ethan sobbed, rocking forward on his knees, his fat new ass clapping when it hit his thighs. He wanted to scream that it wasn’t his, that it wasn’t real. But when he opened his mouth, the curse moaned instead:

“Mmmmmm, spank my fat ass, make it jiggle, fill both my holes, pleaaaseee~!”

Mason groaned, his grin feral. “Fuck… I could bounce her all night.”

And in the mirror, Ethan’s betrayal was complete: a perfect hourglass body, crowned with a fat, porn-star ass that begged for use every time it jiggled.

As his ass ballooned, Ethan’s spine arched automatically, dragged into a deep curve by the obscene new weight. His back bowed, his hips tilted, and suddenly he was stuck in a posture he’d only ever seen on strippers and pornstars — his body presenting like an animal in heat.

“Ahhhhnnnn! No, no, not like this, don’t bend me like thaaat!” His denial cracked into a moan as his cheeks jiggled again, heavy globes slapping softly when his trembling thighs shifted.

He tried to hunch, to curl forward, to fight it — but the weight forced him back every time. The curve of his spine was permanent now, obscene, lewd. His fat ass was arched high, his chest forced forward, his body posed like a doll begging to be mounted.

Cass cackled, clapping her hands together. “Ohhh my god, look at that swayback. You couldn’t not show off if you tried. That’s a bitch-in-heat posture, Ethan. Pure presentation.”

“Stop looking!” he wailed, voice high, breathy, sweet. His hands scrambled behind him, trying to cover what he could, but his own dainty fingers just sank into his plush cheeks and made them wobble worse.

That was when it happened.

His hole twitched.

Deep between the thick, swollen cheeks, the tight ring spasmed — a humiliating, involuntary clench, like his body was already testing it. Ethan gasped, eyes going wide, his whole body seizing.

“Ohhh fuuuck, no, no no no, not there, not my ass, please, don’t touch my holeeee~!”

But it fluttered again, this time more visible, pulsing between the heavy swell of his cheeks.

Mason froze mid-step. His grin faltered — but only because his jaw slackened, his pupils blown wide. He stared like a man watching his favorite porn scene come alive in front of him.

“…Holy shit,” he breathed. His voice was low, ragged, hoarse with lust. “Her hole’s twitching. I can see it.”

Ethan sobbed, clapping his hands over himself, shaking so hard his cheeks clapped against his palms. “Don’t—don’t look there! Please, not my ass, not my—ahhhhnnnn~!”

Cass leaned in closer, her smirk wicked. “Oh, he’s looking. He can’t not. That’s a hungry ass, Ethan. It’s already begging.”

Mason licked his lips without even thinking, his cock straining obvious through his jeans. “Goddamn… it’s winking at me. Like it wants it.”

“No! It’s not—I don’t—it’s not meeehhhnn~!” Ethan’s denial cracked into a slutty whimper as his hole twitched again, fluttering open and shut, visible and obscene between the thick swell of his new ass.

And the worst part? He felt it.

The clench, the spasm, the aching emptiness of it — like it really was begging to be filled. Heat pulsed low in his belly, crawling down into that tight ring.

He gasped, his own body betraying him as his spine arched harder, his fat ass bouncing, his hole twitching one more time in a filthy little wink.

Mason groaned out loud, unable to stop himself. “Fuck me… that’s not a man anymore. That’s a bitch begging for cock.”

Cass smirked, voice cruel and sing-song. “Face it, Ethan. Your pussy’s not the only hole you’ve got now.”

Ethan’s thighs thickened in obscene pulses, swelling until they looked carved for the sole purpose of propping up the massive weight of his backside. The plush flesh squeezed inward around his swollen ass, forcing it up high and round, perched like a pornstar’s trophy.

Every twitch of his body made it bounce. Even the smallest shift of his knees sent the cheeks clapping together, fat and heavy, the movement so lewd it echoed in the room with wet little sounds.

The mirror caught it all.

Ethan’s reflection mocked him — his narrow waist pinching into that cursed hourglass, only to spill out into thick thighs and a fat, jiggling ass that begged to be spanked raw. Every arch of his swayback screamed “fuck me.” Every clap of his cheeks was an invitation.

He buried his face in his hands, sobbing into his palms. “It’s too big! I can feel it when I move!”

But the curse twisted it, syrup-slick, pouring from his lips as a needy cry:
“It’s sooo big, spank me harder~!”

Cass’s laughter cracked through the air, sharp and cruel. She clutched her stomach, doubling over as tears pricked her eyes. “Ohhh, Ethan—listen to yourself! You’re begging to get your fat new ass smacked and you don’t even know it!”

Mason didn’t laugh. Mason couldn’t laugh. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw slack, the bulge in his jeans now shamelessly obvious. His voice came out hoarse, guttural, like a growl. “Christ almighty… that’s the kind of ass that ruins men. That’s… goddamn, she’s perfect back there.”

Ethan shook his head violently, cheeks clapping with the motion, tears streaking down his new face. “No! No, stop staring at it, stop talking about it!”

But the curse betrayed him again, moaning instead:
“Yesss, stare at it, smack it, it’s all yours~!”

His fat ass wobbled again as his thighs trembled, and his reflection bounced obscenely in the mirror — a cursed body built to be ogled, spanked, and fucked, no matter how much his mind screamed otherwise.

To be continued...