Clyde's curse [cuck, male shrinking, male wg, penis shrinking, premature ejaculation, female muscle]

Clyde gave Amanda a mischievous smirk as he adjusted himself on her couch, spreading his legs slightly further apart to make the bulge in his pants more noticeable. It was an obvious attempt at gauging his ex-girlfriend's interest in sleeping with him. Amanda returned the smile, seeming enthusiastic at the prospect, and started pouring two glasses of wine.

"Cheers", said Clyde, and, in his usual over the top 'masculine' manner, immediately chugged down the entire drink in one go.

"Come on, Clyde. You're supposed to take your time with that!", explained Amanda.

"Is that so? You wanna get me another so I can try again?"

Amanda handed over her own glass, and Clyde drank that too.

"Aren't you worried you'll be too drunk to drive home safely?", Amanda asked.

"Who says I have to drive home tonight? I can just crash here, right?"

"Wow, you seem way too convinced that I'd let my ex-boyfriend share a bed with me again!"

"Oh? I was thinking of crashing on this couch... But, if you insist on the bed..."

"Mhmm, you're such a smug bastard, Clyde", Amanda said, biting her lower lip seductively and placing her hand on Clyde's bulge. She could immediately feel it start throbbing fiercely against her palm.

"But what about your new girlfriend?", Amanda continued. "How are you and Cynthia doing anyway? I can't imagine a satisfied boyfriend would be drinking wine at this hour with his sex starved, poor ex..."

"Eh, we're doing alright actually. But you know me, Amanda. Restricting myself to a single woman for the rest of my life just isn't my thing. Plus, that woman has really let herself go within the past year, while I still work my ass off at the gym every day. Dedicating this great body and cock to only one girl would technically be pretty selfish of me, right?

"Oh my god, you're still the same cocky asshole that won me over when we were younger. But yeah, I guess you're not entirely wrong. Mm, because you do look really sexy to me still", confessed Amanda as she lifted up Clyde's shirt, exposing his very defined abs.

"You know it, babe. And you deserve this. We both deserve this.

Requiring no further hints, Amanda swung herself on Clyde's lap and now the former lovers were all over eachother, furiously exchanging kisses. One thing led to another and soon they were both naked on Amanda's bed, with Clyde balls deep in Amanda.

But something about the act felt odd to him. Normally, he could easily last over 10 minutes of non-stop banging without breaks or switching positions, especially after having a drink. And though the bitter aftertaste of the wine still lingered strongly in his mouth, Clyde found himself having to fight back the urge to come after less than a minute of penetration. He tried asking Amanda to slow down, but she only laughed and did the opposite instead, riding Clyde even faster while simultaneously clenching the muscles of her crotch. Clyde groaned as he climaxed on the spot, only slightly more than a minute into the actual intercourse.

An awkward moment of laying on the bed followed, both catching their breaths. Clyde was visibly bothered by what must have been his worst performance ever, but Amanda was almost beaming for some reason - grinning in a cryptic fashion, as if she knew something that Clyde didn't.

After resting a while, Clyde tried picking up the lovemaking session from where he'd left it, feeling determined to make up for his premature orgasm. But once again he felt close to orgasming, now after only a few thrusts. Deciding that he didn't want to risk failing again, Clyde pulled his cock out of Amanda's pussy and started coming up with excuses for making an exit.

"This is wrong, Amanda. You were right, I need to go back home. We're adults, we can't fool around like this anymore."

"Ohh? Did my manly stud suddenly grow a conscience, teased Amanda, running her finger between Clyde's pecs. They appeared slightly puffier than earlier that evening.

"Call it whatever you want. I'm outta here. Sorry, Amanda."

"Hehe, alright, Clyde. Good luck with Cynthia!"

Upon arriving home, Clyde caught a glimpse of a big cardboard box in the kitchen. Cynthia was emptying the contents onto their shelves.

"I'm back, honey... Hey, what's in that box?", he asked her.

"Hi, hun! They're some kind of new diet or fitness meals, I think? Apparently I won in some random lottery via my gym membership."

"You still have that? When was the last time you actually went?"

"Oh, I don't even remember. But I think I'll go tomorrow. It's strange, but feel like I got my motivation back along with this box, and we both know that I sure could use the exercise", said Cynthia, grabbing her thick love handle and giving it a shake for emphasis.

"That's great, babe. Maybe you can join me at the gym tomorrow and I can teach you some basics. But now I'm gonna hit the bed. Feeling a little tired."

As Clyde slept, he found himself transported into a dream version of their bedroom. He was sitting on a tiny stool, gazing at the bed. Cynthia was laying there, posing seductively for him. But something about her looked very different. Her body was curvy, yet much leaner than Clyde had ever seen it. There was something very hot, yet intimidating about seeing the formerly plump girl suddenly looking so athletic. Cynthia's torso and limbs seemed longer, as if she had somehow gained over a foot in height.

Suddenly, a naked, muscular man emerged from the other side of the bed. He was taller and in an even better shape than Clyde. Startled, Clyde shouted for Cynthia to get away, but she only seemed annoyed at his warning. She then turned her attention towards the man, and embraced the intruder in a barrage of passionate kisses and fondling.

Clyde's fear turned to anger at the sight of another man making out with his girlfriend. He got up from the stool, intending to break up the two with force, but as he did, more strange changes became apparent. Despite having stood up, Clyde's field of vision still seemed much too close to the floor, while the ceiling appeared to be much higher to him than before. Every step he took felt short and laborious. Looking down, Clyde saw his body swelling rapidly. His washboard abs melted into soft fat as his stomach surged forth, soon expanding all the way into a huge bean bag belly that spilled over the waistband of his pants.

Despite the dramatic changes, Clyde was still determined to reach the bed, even though he was now starting to seriously doubt his chances of forcing the intruder off of Cynthia. Reaching the bedside made it clear how short he actually was now. His gigantic gut bumped against the mattress. Getting up on the bed in this state would be challenging.

"C-Cynthia!!!", Clyde cried out to his girlfriend, flailing pathetically at her with his stubby arms. Cynthia and her mysterious new lover finally seemed to acknowledge him and stopped making out, turning their faces towards Clyde. Cynthia looked merely puzzled at his shouting, while the man wore a slightly sympathetic expression, as if feeling pity towards his shrunken, obese rival.

"What's up, hun?", Cynthia casually asked, as if everything unfolding was completely normal to her.

Clyde's mind drew a blank at the question. He felt unable to find suitable words to describe his distress with the situation.

"Y-you're my g-girlfriend!!!", he eventually managed to blurt out.

"Aww, honey... Did you want to come get a closer look?", Cynthia replied, cooing at Clyde as if he was a baby.

"I... Uh... Huhh?", he stammered. 

Smiling, the man behind Cynthia ran his hand across her new abs, eventually settling on one of her tits and squeezing it firmly. The display made Clyde feel unbearably aroused. His fat hips began to thrust back and forth against the bedside, and the sensation of his enormous sagging gut grinding against his erect cock immediately brought him to a point of no return. Before Clyde even realized what he was doing, his cock spurted, making a sticky mess inside his pants.

The athletic couple looked down at Clyde with sorry expressions. He felt incredibly confused and ashamed, but unable to speak. The horrifying scene came to an abrupt end when the lights in the room began to flicker, eventually going out completely, and the dream turned to blackness.

Clyde returned to consciousness with a loud snort. "What a fucking nightmare", he thought to himself. But as he tried getting up and noticed how unreasonably difficult it felt, Clyde saw that his body was still just as obese as it had been in the dream. The nightmare had chased him into reality.

His heart racing, Clyde waddled towards the full-length mirror, located in the hallway of the apartment. As he went past the kitchen, he took notice of hundreds of empty fitness meal wrappers laying across the floor.

The reflection of the mirror showed a morbidly obese male figure, with a height more fitting to a middle schooler than an adult. He now stood barely five feet tall, possibly even slightly below that. Clyde lifted up his enormous gut to discover more evil changes; his body was now hairier than before, with the exception of his pubic area, and his formerly impressive cock had shrunk to a tiny nub that hid inside his puffy crotch like a turtle head retreated in it's shell.

There Clyde stood for several moments, until a key could be heard turning inside the front door. The sound released him from his state of frozen shock.

Inside stepped a tall, muscular lady, nothing short of an amazonian goddess, bearing some facial resemblance to the woman Clyde remembered as Cynthia.

"Clyde!", she exclaimed sternly.

"C-Cynthia, is that you? Oh god, what's happened to us?"

"Why the hell are you walking around the house naked, you perv? What if I had brought guests with me?", inquired Cynthia.

"H-huh?", Clyde stuttered, dumbstruck. Never before had he heard Cynthia talking down to him in such a strict tone.

"The fuck does that matter right now? Everything's all fucked up!!!", he shouted at her.

"It matters to me and my dates! Seeing you like this in the hallway would be pretty awkward for most guys."

Clyde felt a sensation of despair twisting his insides. Did that disgusting scene in the nightmare happen for real? Why was Cynthia so unphased about all of this?

"C-Cynthia, please... Tell me that you're not cheating on me... Please tell me that you're still my girlfriend!!!"

"Aww, Clyde... You know I still care about you so, so much! But we made this arrangement a long time ago, I don't understand why you're choosing to make a fuss about it now!"

"W-what arrangement?"

"Don't you remember, honey? When it became obvious that you'd never be able to satisfy me in bed, we made the mutual decision to allow eachother to see other people as well."

"Bullshit!!! I've satisfied you every time we've fucked!!!", protested Clyde.

Cynthia chuckled. "Oh yeah? Well, how about helping me get out of these gym clothes right here and now to prove to me you don't have a problem anymore?"

It sounded absurd at first. But when Cynthia walked up to him, the aroma of her sweat combined with her stunningly gorgeous body immediately drove Clyde's senses crazy and already he could feel an orgasm closing in.

"Start with my socks", Cynthia commanded. Clyde obeyed and lowered himself down on his knees in front of her like a servant - or a slave. He could feel his heart beating faster as he began peeling Cynthia's sweaty sock off of her foot. The former Clyde wouldn't have considered such a mundane act even foreplay, but now he had to dedicate every single second to resisting a growing urge to come.

"Good, you got my first sock off. Now how about I get you off?", Cynthia asked. Before Clyde could answer, her bare foot darted towards his crotch, and he felt her twirling her toes against his little prick.

Clyde's already critical arousal level spiked once again. He was now breathing heavily through his mouth, his fingers and feet shaking visibly.

"What's the matter, Clyde? Don't tell me you're gonna come from just this? How do you expect to ever be able to please me if you can't even handle my toes?"

Clyde was now moaning helplessly. He could tell there was no stopping it anymore. He was going to blow his load now.

"If you cum here, I'm gonna take that as a permission to invite Mark over tonight. If your cock is unable to penetrate me, then I just have to find one that can, right? It's only fair that I get to orgasm too."

Hearing this, Clyde made one last effort to hold back, but it was the final straw. "AaaaaAAAAHHHHHH!!!", Clyde yelled in an orgasmic bliss as he sprayed his seed all over Cynthia's toes and the hallway carpet.

Instead of anything resembling a post orgasm clarity, Clyde's head was suddenly flooded with racing thoughts. New memories. Whatever strange force had altered Cynthia's mind to adapt to this reality, was now working it's magic on Clyde. He felt no less pathetic, but much more familiar with the embarassing situation. Suddenly everything Cynthia had said began to make more sense. Of course he could never please her in bed, he never had. They weren't a real couple. Clyde was simply her roommate, a perverted pig with a premature ejaculation problem and a pathetic dick, that she enjoyed toying for the amusement of herself and some of the guys she brought over.

Unless Clyde could overcome his performance issues and lose weight, he'd never stand a chance of winning back Cynthia. Unfortunately for him, curses inflicted by magical potions would not be lifted by any ordinary means, and the only person that still knew about the changes had no intention of ever reversing the changes.

A few miles away, Amanda smiled to herself as she picked up the two emptied wine glasses from yesterday and gently placed them in the dishwasher.