[bbw, cuck, prejaculation, sph] Non-negotiable

[cuck] Stay seated

 

Don't be so nervous, honey! He's totally cool with letting you watch us!

 

Just remember to keep your hands under you like a good boy and don't get up from your seat until he finishes, okay?

 

Come on, stop looking so pitiful! What's gotten into you all of a sudden?

 

Honey... It's a bit too late to have second thoughts now. He's already on his way.

 

You're seriously considering calling this off, aren't you? Fine, but you'll have to be the one to tell him.

 

Think you could actually do that? Honey, you can't even look him in the eye!

 

No, you're not gonna do it. You can't overcome those cuckold fantasies he gave you, just like I can't stop wanting to be his personal slut.

 

Even if you somehow managed to speak up against him, how do you expect him to react?

 

He'll just throw you out of the house. He might not even allow you to see me again. You know I'd have to obey if he told me to dump you.

 

I don't want that, honey. Even if there's no hope of us ever going back to having a normal relationship or sex life again, I don't want you gone.

 

Even though you're not the man I fell in love with anymore, I still love you. So please, just accept that you're a cuckold now, and that he's the man taking care of my needs.

 

Trust me, honey, you'll feel so much better once you do that.

 

Oh, that's him at the door now, I think... Could you be a good boy and go let him in?

[femaleWG, PE, cuck] Joke of a relationship

Ryan had spent the entire day away from home, running various errands. When he finally returned to his apartment, he was met with a scene both unexpected and horrifying; his girlfriend Stella was sitting on their bed, gagging on some strange man's cock.

 

"Welcome home, Ryan", the man said, without taking his eyes away from Ryan's partner. "I'm Frank. Me and Stella here were just reminiscing about the good old days. We'd do this every day back then."
 

"MMMGH!" Stella cried out, her voice muffled by the man meat in her mouth. The desperate tone betrayed the enthusiasm of her bobbing head, as if she was not fully in control of her actions.
 

This impression was further enforced when Ryan took a step towards the man with the intention of kicking his ass and realized that his feet refused to move an inch.
 

"We had a good thing going together before you stole her away from me, Ryan. I've waited patiently all these years for Stella to realize her mistake and come back to the man who TRULY loves her. Yesterday I gave her one last chance to break up with you, and she didn't even respond."
 

"Let her go, asshole! I swear I'm gonna-", shouted Ryan, but Frank was not intimidated in the slightest.
 

"I've finally accepted that things are over between me and Stella for good. Sure, I could use my powers to force her to love me, but I've learned from experience how unfulfilling that kinda thing becomes in the end. You two can have each other for all I care. But, as a punishment for breaking my heart, I'm gonna make sure your relationship will be nothing but a big joke from now on."
 

Frank snapped his fingers, and within seconds Stella was bent over the bed, offering her shapely ass to Frank. There was no enthusiasm to her motions.
 

He shoved his cock inside her. With every thrust, the sound of Frank's crotch slapping against Stella's ass came out louder than the last. Her backside was swelling with fat, expanding until each cheek was over twice as big and wide as her entire bottom used to be only seconds ago.
 

When it seemed to have finally stopped growing, the swelling began to spread across the rest of Stella's body. Her breathing got heavier as years of exercise was undone, replaced by nothing but useless flab. She wobbled like a huge chunk of dough as Frank continued to ram his cock into her.

"Ryyaaannnn...", Stella slurred, fighting desperately against Frank's control to get the words out. "Ruuun..."
 

Hearing the despair and sorrow in her voice made Ryan's blood boil, and for a moment, his overflowing rage overcame Frank's powers. He took off like an olympic sprinter, almost flying at Frank.
 

But just as his fist was about to connect, Frank reacted. He turned his head towards Ryan and for the first time, looked him straight in the eyes. Upon seeing the intense, eerie glow in Frank's eyes, every muscle in Ryan's body suddenly betrayed him, stopping him dead in his tracks.
 

"W-whoa there", Frank stuttered, visibly a little shaken from having almost gotten punched. "You could have just said something if you wanted to have your turn that bad."
 

Having said that, Frank slid his cock out of Stella, patting her massive behind a few times as he did.
 

"Go on then, champ. Treat yourself to it. Isn't this fat pig just the hottest thing you've ever seen?"
 

There were a lot of things Ryan wanted to say to this monster, but no words came out. He was back under his control. Ryan's body positioned itself directly behind his girlfriend's enormous ass.
 

As he gazed at her, the disgust he initially felt turned into arousal. The sight of Stella's blubbery thighs, her enormous gut that rested against the bed, it all began to look very inviting to him, almost divine. His cock twitched restlessly.

 

"Everything okay, loverboy?", Frank asked mockingly. "You seem a little nervous."
 

"NnnNNNGHHHH! AAAAHHHHH!", Ryan moaned as numerous slim ropes of cum erupted from his cock, settling all across his girlfriend's fat asscheeks and back.
 

"Nnnooo...!", Stella whimpered in response.
 

"Originally I was just gonna fatten her up and call it a day", Frank explained. "But considering you almost knocked my noggin', I figured I'd spice things up a bit further. From now on you'll have zero control over your cock. Anything this fatty does can be enough to make you cum like a fountain. You risk having an accident just by looking at her, even when she's not naked. At first Stella will probably try accepting it, but unfortunately for you, she has the libido of a teenager now, and eventually it'll inevitably lead to her becoming unbearably frustrated with your premature problem. Sooner or later, her contempt and disgust for you will trump over her loyalty, and she's gonna start looking for sexual satisfaction elsewhere. But no matter how much she cheats on you, you'll never be able to let go of her. The two of you will be trapped in a sexless fake relationship forever... A fat slut and her premature admirer."
 

"Nooo...!", Stella moaned with clenched teeth. "I... will... never..."
 

"Good luck trying to fight it. In the end, the body always wins over the heart. Enjoy your lives."
 

Frank got dressed and left, leaving Ryan and Stella catching their breath and sobbing, until they could finally move again.
 

 

 

Four months later:

 

"Ryan, please, PLEASE hold it in! I need to get fucked NOW!"
 

"Ngh... S-stop shaking your ass like that then! And stop talking like a porn star!"
 

"I can't fucking help it! I can't even sleep anymore because I keep thinking about cock and rubbing myself! I'm losing my fucking mind!"
 

"S-stay still! This is kinda hard with my eyes closed! Oh... Oh?!?"
 

"YES! It's in, IT'S IN! You're finally fucking me, Ryan!!! You broke his curse!!!"
 

"Ngh... Nghhhhh... S-Stellaaaaaaghhh...!!!"
 

"No, no, NO! DON'T!"
 

"I'm... I'm sorrrrRNNNNNGHHHHHHH!!!"
 

"Get off me! GET OFF, PERV!"
 

"S-Stella, I'm sorry..."
 

"I'm done. No more. Go get me my phone."
 

"Babe, please...!"
 

"Now. And don't call me 'babe' ever again. I don't want my new friend to get the wrong impression when he comes over."

[femaleWG, maleShrinking, PE, cuck, dickShrinking] So close yet so far

"Whoops", your girlfriend said in a deadpan and cynical tone, not even bothering to feign that what she did to you just now was an accident.

At first you thought she had simply used the spell to make herself taller, but then you realized that everything around you seemed much bigger now.

You looked down at your shrunken body. Your arms and legs had halved in length, giving you the physique of a midget.

"What the fuck? Why the fuck did you-"

"That's my line, shrimp. I ask you to make me sexy, and instead you turn me into some fat pig with huge tits!"

"I can't help what I'm into! At least I gave you a body that looks good to me! Unless you're about to tell me that you have a thing for three foot tall guys, this is really not fair!"

"Nah, I definitely don't. I think you look ridiculous. I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn't be able to fuck me me as long as I'm stuck with this disgusting body. Noticed your new dick yet?"

You moved your gaze downwards again. Despite feeling rock hard down there, you could only see the tip of your new member. It was barely two inches long and only as thick as your thumb.

"No!!!", you yelled in denial. "Come on, at least let me keep my dick size until we change back! I promise I won't try anything funny!"

"Well, that's for sure", your girlfriend responded with a giggle. "I could probably wrestle you with one arm, the way you are now."

You swallowed audibly at the thought. She was clearly right. The size difference between the two of you was ridiculous.

"Actually, you know what? I changed my mind. Come over here and do whatever you want to me, little man", she said, running her plump fingers seductively across her fat ass.

Your girlfriend didn't have to ask twice. But as soon as you stood right next to her, the challenges presented by your height gap became painfully apparent. You couldn't even reach high enough to grab her new gigantic breasts with your stubby arms. After desperately humping against her fat legs for a while, she finally took pity on you and got down on her hands and knees, but even in this position, your girlfriend's holes were still too high up.

She laughed as you stood on her calves to make up for the missing height. You felt so small and pathetic already, and there was still one more issue to overcome. Your cock was too tiny now to reach past your girlfriend's massive buttocks.

After a minute of fruitless fumbling, your frustration and horniness got the better of you. You started smashing your hips against her backside like a jackhammer, grunting and panting like a wild animal. Despite there not being any hope of penetration, the feeling of pounding your miniscule dick against her enormous, wobbling ass was incredible.

It felt so good you almost didn't care that your girlfriend was laughing at you throughout the whole sad act - all twenty seconds of it.

This cheap imitation of sex pushed you over the edge in less than twenty seconds.

Your girlfriend bursted into an even more hysterical fit of laughter as she felt your cum running down her thighs, not even a single drop making it inside her.

"Thanks for the ride, stud", she cooed to you mockingly. "That was so fast I almost feel flattered. I guess you really do love my new body. What a shame you'll never actually get to fuck it."

You didn't answer her. Drained of energy by your orgasm, you collapsed on the carpet to catch your breath.

"Anyways, your silly humping actually got me a bit turned on. I think I'm gonna go look for some bigger man who has a cock big enough to actually reach inside me."

"W-what? You think you can just..."

"Cheat on you? I mean, you already got your release, it's only fair that I get mine too. Not my fault you made me so fucking huge that I'm practically unable to reach my own pussy. Consider this your punishment for turning me into an obese freak."

"Wait!", you shouted after your girlfriend, trying to get yourself up from the floor to chase after her, but being unused to your new tiny body, it took you too long. By the time you were back on your feet, she was gone.

Sadly, at this point in time neither of you was yet aware that there was a time limit to how long the reversal spell would work. By the time your girlfriend returned the next morning, that time limit had expired and there was no longer going back to your old lives.

Needless to say, your relationship dynamic would never go back to the way it was, either...

Kinky enough [female WG, PE, cuck]

The black bikini top [female WG, PE, penis shrinking, cuck]

Too good to be true [female WG, PE, penis shrinking, cuck]

Getting drunk [PE, penis shrinking, cuck]

 

Broken promise [PE, cuck]

 

The witch of the valley - PE ending [PE, penis shrinking, cuck]

 

Threesome [PE, cuck]

 

You know the rules [PE, cuck]

 

Just business [cuck, female WG, gas, premature ejaculation, weight transfer]

 

"Rachel?!?"

"A-Andrew?!? Wait, this isn't what it looks like!"

Andrew had clocked out from work faster than usual. He was looking forward to doing something fun with his girlfriend with the extra spare time, but upon arriving home, he instead ended up walking in on Rachel getting railed from behind by some fat old sleazeball.

The man didn't look like her type at all, and Andrew's first conclusion was that Rachel was being raped.

"Get off my girlfriend, asshole!!!" Andrew shouted at the old man. He then clenched his fist and started marching towards him with the intention of punching the guy as hard as he could.

"Andrew, no! Don't!" Rachel yelled at him, but his mind was made up.

The old man glanced his way briefly.

"This has nothing to do with you, kid. Just two grown up adults doing business. You should just enjoy the show," he said, and returned his attention to Rachel's backside.

Andrew noticed he was no longer able to get closer. The soles of his shoes felt like they were glued to the floor. But what disturbed him more was the fact that he now found himself unable to stop staring at his girlfriend getting fucked by this asshole. And for some reason, it was suddenly turning him on immensely, making his cock rock hard.

"W-what did you do to him?" Rachel asked the man.

"Just tweaked his sexuality a bit. Watching other people fuck is very enjoyable for him now."

"No! That wasn't part of our deal! Don't do anything to my boyfriend, please!"

"I only did it because the fucker was gonna try smashing my nose in. I specifically asked for privacy, didn't I? You can only blame yourself for this."

"P-please! Just take what you asked for and leave!" Rachel pleaded.

Andrew was trying hard not show how unbearably aroused he felt watching Rachel getting pounded. He did not want to give this mysterious man the satisfaction of seeing his cursed words become reality. But there was no denying that they already had. Andrew was so turned on that he felt like he could ejaculate in his pants any second.

"Alright, then. Let's do it, my sweet Rachel... Make me young and healthy again."

If it weren't for the strange things that Andrew had already experienced himself just now, he might have thought he was hallunicating as he watched the scene that followed.

Rachel began to moan. It started off as a soft and sexy moan, but as it went on and on, the pitch shifted lower, and the sound became deeper and raspier. At the same time, Rachel's body fattened up. A squeaky fart escaped from the deepening cavern between her chunky cheeks.

"Fuuuck!" Rachel yelled as her body continued to become heavier. Her voice now sounded like it belonged to a 45 year old chain smoking and whiskey drinking fat cougar lady, and her face was starting to match that impression as well.

 

 

Rachel's eyes widened with terror as she noticed her massive weight gain.

"H-hey, stop this!!! Something's wrong!!! I wasn't supposed to get fat!!!"

"Tsk tsk, Rachel. I thought you'd be a little smarter. When I said I wanted your health and youth, what did you think I meant? Did you think that was just some idiotic figure of speech for wanting to fuck you?"

"I..."

"I can't use my powers directly on myself. To get rid of my unwanted traits, I have to pass them on to someone else. That's why I need silly, greedy girls like you, Rachel. You're now a vessel for my old age, obesity and alcoholism, and I can start over as a handsome lad back in his twenties."

"A-Andrew!!! I'm sorry! He tricked me! He gave me a hundred thousand dollars! I did what he asked because I thought he only wanted to sleep with me once! Kick his ass, Andrew! Make him change us back to normal! A-Andrew?!?"

"Your boyfriend won't help you anymore. He loves watching you get fucked way too much to intervene", the man explained.

Though Andrew wanted to fight back, he knew the man's words were true. Even though he was able to move move normally again, he was too mesmerized watching his girlfriend getting pounded from behind by this man, even if she was now an obese old tart. Andrew could not find the willpower to separate the man from her by force. And even if he tried, the man was now a young muscular hunk and could overpower Andrew easily.

"Andrew! Snap out of it!!!", Rachel screamed.

"Save your breath, cunt. He's not gonna do anything but watch. Why would he? It's not like you two are even in a relationship anymore."

"W-what?" Rachel stuttered.

"You heard me. Look at him. He's just a prematurely ejaculating loser now. Watching fat old whores like you getting dick feels better to him than actual sex."

As the man spoke those words, they became reality. Andrew groaned as his balls emptied themselves completely into his boxers. He collapsed to his knees, the wet and sticky mess running down his thighs.

"N-no! Please don't do this! I love him!" Rachel pleaded.

"That's impossible. You only love men that can fuck you properly. Andrew has never been able to last inside you for more than two thrusts. Most of the time he blows his load just from seeing you in your underwear. He's just your pervy roommate that you tease every once in a while if you have nothing better to do. You love all the male attention you can get, even if it's from guys you despise."

Rachel's love for Andrew faded away from her eyes, and her expression changed to one of amusement.

"Hehe... You're right. Look, I think the little perv creamed himself again," Rachel said, looking at the wet stain on Andrew's crotch.

 

 

Andrew knew something was wrong, that something important had been taken away from him. But he couldn't tell what it was.

"S-sorry, Rachel!!! You two make such a sexy pair, it was like watching the best porn I've ever seen," Andrew said.

"Looks like you've adjusted to your new personalities well", the man said. He then accelerated his pace and with a few powerful thrusts, finished by shooting a thick, massive load inside Rachel's stretched out pussy.

"Mmmm!", Rachel moaned in her husky voice. The new Rachel loved it when guys came inside her.

"Alright then, enjoy your money, Rachel. Try not to drink it all away in one year."

Truth [cuck, premature ejaculation]

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.

Closet creep [cuck, penis shrinking, premature ejaculation]

Personal records [cuck, male wg]

From husband to cameraman [cuck, gas, premature ejaculation]

“Hubby, please snap out of it!” pleaded your wife as she looked up at you with those teary eyes.

The fat dominatrix laughed.  

“He can’t help himself! This is what he gets off to now, watching me play with you!”

She was right. 

Watching this obese woman bouncing on top of your petite wife was making your cock throb harder than ever before in your life.

You wanted to pull it out and masturbate, but felt like even the slightest touch could immediately send you over the edge in this highly aroused state, so instead you focused on keeping the camera steady.

“Stop fucking recording and help mmmmphh”, your wife yelled, but her voice was quickly muffled by the dominatrix’s buttcheeks descending on her face with all their combined weight.

“Shh, my little slave girl. It’ll all be over soon”, she said to her, faking a comforting tone.

Your wife flailed her arms and legs wildly, desperately trying to gasp for air, but it was no use.

The dominatrix was suffocating her for real.

“Don’t worry, dear. With your last breath, you’ll be born again as my obedient servant and lover. You won’t remember a thing about this loser”, the evil woman said, nodding towards you.

Hearing mistress refer to you as a loser turned you on so much that it almost made you spurt in your pants right there.

She was taking your wife away from you, but you were too aroused to care.

Your wife was on the verge of passing out when mistress suddenly lifted up her massive behind, farting long and loud directly on her victim’s face.

But your wife’s expression showed no disgust. 

She didn’t even cough. She breathed in hard and heavy, thoroughly enjoying the smell.

“T-thank you, my queen”, she said, her voice raspy from being deprived of oxygen for so long.

That was the point of no return. 

You felt your dick spurting a hot load of cum in your briefs.

“Who is this guy, mistress?”, your wife asked, looking at you with nothing but disgust across her face, all the memories of your marriage gone forever from her head.

“Oh, don’t worry about him, dear fart slave. That’s just my loyal cameraman.”

“Did he just cum in his pants?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit of a pervert… Can’t control himself at all when he sees a pretty girl like you get farted on by me…”

“Haha, what a creep… Hey creep, did you enjoy that?”

You wanted to say no, to call out to your wife in case some of her memories of you were still intact. Maybe try fighting back the changes one more time, together.

But in your heart, you knew it was over, and that these would be your new lives from now on.

“T-that was so hot…”, you stuttered in a voice much weaker than it used to be.

The women laughed, and your cock reacted to the humiliation immediately…

Only for feet [cuck, premature ejaculation]

Beta virus 4 [cuck, male shrinking, male wg, penis shrinking, premature ejaculation]

Despite your measures to avoid the beta virus, which had infected over 90 percent of white men across the globe, eventually the dreaded morning arrived when you could immediately tell upon waking up that the outbreak had finally gotten to you as well.

The struggle to lift yourself up confirmed it; you had lost so much height that your feet could no longer even reach the floor as you sat on the edge of the bed. But though you had lost at least two feet in height, your body mass had only gone up in return. Your gut looked especially massive from your sitting position, extending all the way over your knees and covering lap entirely. You examined your new body in shock, estimating your weight to be over 300 lbs now. Except for your face, which still presented some traces of masculinity despite your beard having vanished, you now looked more like a morbidly obese kid than a man.

You waddled to the living room as fast as your size and weight allowed. The sensation of your fat naked body jiggling uncontrollably from the motions and all your surroundings appearing larger made the situation feel like a nightmare, but you knew it was all too real to be a dream.

Your girlfriend was laying on the couch as you entered.

Noticing your change right away, her expression became one of boundless pity. Before you could come up with any words, she stood up and embraced you in a tight hug. The new height gap between the two of you made it feel awkward, as your head was now almost eye level with her belly button. Despite the gravity of the situation, this physical contact made your cock spring to attention immediately, though it felt much smaller than it used to.

"Ohhh, I don't know what to say, honey... Maybe avoiding the infection just isn't possible", she said in an attempt to console you.

"I d-du-don't get it", you sobbed, your face buried so deep against the fat belly of your girlfriend that it muffled out your voice almost entirely.
"I did everything that survival guide told me to do."

"It's alright, darling. I'll be by your side to support you through this. It's not the end of the world. At least now you can finally stop holing yourself up in your room, holding out for some vaccine that might never be developed anyway. You'll get to live your life again. Most guys are in the same boat anyway, so there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"... I'd have rather secluded myself forever than end up like this..."

"Don't be silly. This could be the beginning of something wonderful for us. Let me prove it to you."

Having said that, your girlfriend got on her knees and groaned in a playful tone as she lifted up your gut. For some reason, she seemed delighted as she looked at your crotch, and for a second you held onto a hope that maybe your cock had remained unchanged at least.

"H-how is it?", you asked.

"It's so cute", she squealed with joy, and your heart sunk immediately.

"I wish I could have at least gotten to keep my dick..."

"Maybe I can change your mind about that, 'big guy'... How does this make you feel?", your girlfriend asked as she took your tiny hard-on between her fingertips and tugged it a few times.

You could only moan in response. Only a couple of tugs and you already felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm closing in.

"A-ahh, s-stop it, It's... Ah, haah..."

"Aww, ready to cum already? I guess the premature ejaculation symptoms weren't exaggerated...!"

"P-please... Don't..."

"What did I just say, darling? There's no need to be ashamed with me. Come on, show me how quickly you can cum now!"

With that, she gave your little cock one more tug, and that was all it took to send you over the edge. A thick rope of cum shot out onto your girlfriend's hand as you moaned in ecstacy.

But as you climaxed, she suddenly pushed you and you fell backwards, landing on your fat backside.

As you laid there on the floor, still spraying spunk like a fountain, your girlfriend stood up straight and planted her foot on top of your stomach in a dominant fashion. She laughed as a huge fart escaped from your gigantic butt.

"Ahahaha, look at yourself! A helpless horny pig! Just the way I wanted you!"

"Y-you... You did this!", you managed to blurt out.

"Of course! Gawd, I've waited so long to start enjoying an open relationship like the rest of my friends. I was so frustrated by you avoiding the virus that I had to order some myself! I didn't expect it to work this great, you're in way worse shape than most that caught it naturally!"

"You fucking b-bitch!"

"Watch your language, piggy. Since you haven't left your room in weeks, you haven't noticed my new friends yet, but they're black and they'll gladly fuck you up if they catch you talking to me like that. They've already stretched me down there so much that I'll never be able to feel your pathetic dicklet, and they'll gladly do the same to your asshole if I ask. So just shut up and go to your room, the guys are coming over as we speak. I doubt you'll be able to stop yourself from cumming when you hear them fuck me..."