Horny

“Alright Morgan, you’ve, like, got this! Just go out there, and like, totes strut your stuff and take home the first hawty you see and totes fuck his brains out like it was the end of the, like, world!” The stunning blonde said to herself as she primped and preened in front of the bathroom mirror. She was wearing a Little Black Dress that hugged her body perfectly, shoving her boobs and butt out to epic proportions, while her heels and the LBD’s short cutoff made her legs go on forever. She hated it, everything about it, but this was something that had to be done.

Last year, at this very same nightclub, Morgan had been a man out on the prowl for a girl to take back to his apartment. He’d gotten more than a little drunk, and pretty impatient as most of the women avoided his lame pick up lines and attempts to buy them drinks, much less dance with him. Morgan had finally lost every last bit of patience that he had in his inebriated state and had butted in between a hot blonde and her friend while out on the dance floor.

“Ew, like, get lost creep!” The little blonde had said, shoving him away as he tried to pull her close.

“Naw babe, les have sum fun! Ur a hawt lil’thing, how ‘bout’ I pick you up…” Morgan had slurred, only to get peeled off the blonde by her raven haired friend.

“You should go hom buddy, before you do something you’ll regret!” The woman had warned, but Morgan was WAY too drunk to listen. Instead he simply tried pawing at the brunette’s breasts.

“C’mon hhhuney, I phuuucking need this okay? Haven’t…Haven’t had sex all year. Mans got needs, kay? ‘sides, you beeches wouldn’t be hhhere if y’didn’t wanna get phuuucked by a ssstud like’me!” Morgan attempt to steal a kiss from her glossy lips, but the beauty shoved him back with a surprising amount of force. Morgan felt himself fall backwards, hit something hard…And then there was just blackness. Luckily he woke up with a hell of a hangover the next day, but that ended up being the least of his worries. 

He was back in his apartment, which was good…But it was different somehow. Softer, definitely cleaner, and some of the furniture seemed different. But that would turn out to be minor changes given who he saw when he looked in the mirror. There, instead of his six foot two manly ex-football player frame, was a TINY little blonde with huge tits and a killer ass! Long, tusseled hair hung down in front of his soft and naturally gorgeous face, and his lips were so plump and puffy! His new big blue eyes were different from his normal brown and the rest of his body lacked all the muscles he’d worked so hard to build and maintain! He was a chick! A skinny little blonde babe! He’d screamed in his new high voice before grabbing his throat in shock, and after stumbling over his tiny feet he dove back into bed and tried his best to fall back asleep, praying it was just some bad dream. It was, of course, very much real, as his phone began buzzing. He didn’t recognize the number, but he plucked the device with his tiny hands and answered it.

“H-hello?” He whispered, afraid of his own voice.

“Hello Morgan. Now shut up.  I’m not going to tell you my name, but after you harassed us last night, my friend and I decided to take teach you a lesson” It was the brunette’s voice! He opened his new mouth to yell at her, but found he couldn’t make a sound. “ See, it’s not nice to force yourself on women who are just having a good time out, no matter how horny you are. Especially if those women are witches. So now you’re going to spend a year as a ‘hot little thing’. 

Morgan’s blood ran even colder.

“Oh, and you’re going to get even hornier as the year goes on. Everyweek you’re gonna feel like you’re about to explode, but even if you figure out how to use that new plumbing, it won’t happen” The brunette continued, her voice cold as ice, “But when the year is up, you go and fuck as many men in that club as you can until you’re no longer horny. Don’t bother trying until next year because no one will help you out. Then, maybe, if you’ve fucked enough and we feel like you’ve learned your lesson, we’ll change back into that pathetic excuse of a man you used to be. Until then, you’re just another floozy little blonde, working as a secretary and being eye candy. Oh, and no drinking or getting high”

Morgan felt like he was about to faint.

“We’ll be around, sweetie. After all there’s no point in revenge if we can’t get some kind of enjoyment out of it. But don’t try looking for us because you’ll never see us again…Unless we want to torture you or something. Bye, bitch!” The brunette’s voice ended with a curt beep and Morgan was left in just the silence of his changed apartment and body. At least until he started screaming.

“LIKE, FUCK YOU BITCH!” His new voice shrieked, and the new blonde stormed through the apartment, tripping over her new feet, banging into objects and in general being a absolute disaster as she fought her new centers of gravity (that seemed to be fighting each other, given the size of her new boobs and butt). “AAAAAH” She screamed in absolute and impotent rage. At least until there was a loud thump against the bedroom wall.

“KEEP IT DOWN YOU BIMBO!” The muffled voice of her next door neighbor roared, and Morgan found herself instantly cowed. The thought of the hulking brute barging through her door made her quiver with…wait, that wasn’t fear, that was something…oh god, it was making her warm! She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut as she tried to force the image of her neighbor grabbing her in his muscled arms and…and…FUCK! 

Morgan slid back into her bedroom and buried herself in the now very girly bed as tears fell from her eyes…and the warmth in her crotch refused to go away. And that had been life for the changed man for the past year, a revolving door of being laughed at, treated like property, and the ever growing need to have sex. When Morgan had finally gotten the courage to explore her body, every grope of her new tits, every grab of her ass, every stroke of her skin sent her into a tailspin of heat. Taking a shower was hell, getting dressed in the provided wardrobe of skimpy clothes was hell, even going to work and doing little more than just answering the phones in her little bimbo voice was hell! And trying to drown herself in drink was out of the question, as her body physically rejected the touch of anything that remotely had alcohol in it. Same went for weed or any other kind of recreational drug, Morgan’s body just refused to touch it, and the smell of it made her sick. Sobriety had hit her hard, just like everything else. And true to the witches words, trying to pleasure herself with a vibrator or even her fingers did nothing to release the growing pressure within her body. Men (and some women) looked at her with openly hungry gazes, but even in her desperation to find a release, any potential lovers would just turn her down and walk away. Day after day, month after month, Morgan simply grew more and more horny until she felt as if she was about to explode. She could barely think straight, barely do what little her job demanded of her, and every now and then she could swear she heard intense snickering from just over her shoulder, only to turn and see no one there. 

Her life was nothing but a miserable, sexy hell designed specifically to torture her for the drunken screw-up of a man that she could barely remember through the haze anymore. And a part of her, the part that COULD think straight, had to admit that being a girl was otherwise really, really fun. Like absurdly fun. All the new clothes she had, when they weren't driving her sensitive skin wild, were fun to try on. Strutting around like the blonde queen she was and catching the eyes of men and women alike was super entertaining once she knew thatnothing would come of it. 

Disappointing each time, but still fun. And even to herself, even if she was decidely Bi now, she turned herself on. Once she'd gotten some control over the feelings in her body, Morgan had spent hours posing for herself in the mirror...Before figuring out how to make her new body profitable by opening up an OnlyFans and being a camgirl. There was a part, a very, very small part that only whsipered to her late at night right before she'd fall alseep in her very girly bed that this life wasn't so bad. 

But finally the day had arrived, one year of hell had ended, and Morgan had dressed up in the sexiest Little Black Dress she could find and was now making her way to the club where all of this started, knowing that the two witches were nearby watching and laughing at her. But she didn’t care anymore, all she had to do was get laid as much as possible in the next few hours, and hopefully, finally, change back into a guy. Either way, she’d find out tomorrow, the morning after. But as she strutted towards the club doors, the voice whispered again.

"And if not, well, being a hawt, horny chick is, like, super fun!"