Power of corruption [breast expansion]

The cursed word [m2bbw]

Beta virus 3 [cuck, male shrinking, penis shrinking, premature ejaculation]

Bright future [female WG]

Dog shed [m2dog]

Wipe that smile [m2bbw, gas]

Mister detective [TG]

Pornstar now [female WG, premature ejaculation]

Beta virus 2 [male shrinking, premature ejaculation]

Succubus shower [m2bbw, race change]

Welcome to my penthouse, demon slayer.

I assume you wiped out all of my minions from the lower floors on your way here.

If you managed all that by yourself, it's obvious that I won't stand a chance either.

Just look at this body of mine; I'm sure you can see how we succubi aren't exactly made for battle.

Can I ask something before you finish me off, though?

What is it that you get in return for your dangerous and hard work?

Is your only reward a sense of righteousness, getting to feel content in knowing your actions made the world a better place?

That's exactly the way your masters want it, the ones who sent you on this mission and gave you the "gift" of demon slaying powers.

But I see it more as a curse.

You get to have no life of your own because of it.

No chance to hold a job, no time to pursue a love interest.

For a demon of lust like myself, that last part sounds worse than hell.

You're not even allowed to use your superhuman strength to your own benefit.

The masters don't care that you're forced to live your life like a lonely hobo.

 Want to know something else?

They don't abide by any of their own stupid rules.

The rules are only meant to keep pawns like you sitting nicely on the board until the masters decide to move you.

And just like those pawns on a chess board, eventually you're likely to be sacrificed, probably to save a more valuable piece.

Face it, your order is as rotten to the core as mine, my bosses are simply more honest about it.

As a demon slayer, it's up to you to reward yourself every now and then.

Nothing wrong about that, you know? Everyone deserves to occasionally treat themselves, especially the ones who risk their lives fighting secret battles.

I think it's about time you allowed yourself some relaxation.

You're breathing so heavily. All that fighting has left you covered in blood and sweat.

Imagine how good it'd feel to step in a warm shower in your current condition.

There's one right here...

And if you want me to massage you afterwards, or maybe take your cock between my tits, you know I'd have no choice but to obey.

There's no risks involved for you. You have enough power to tear off my head clean off my shoulders the moment you feel threatened. 

Good, get out of those drenched clothes.

How's the water? Feels like you could just fall asleep under it's warmth, doesn't it...?

Don't be afraid to rest your eyes for a moment, you've deserved it... Let the pain and worr i e s   w  a  s  h     a    w    a      y        .            .                 .

.              .      .  O   h , h e y. You're finally awake again.

Notice anything different about yourself?

Yes! You're a big black bombshell now!

 

That water is pumped straight from hell, it corrupts the mind and body of every human that comes into contact with it. Not even demon slayers are immune to it.

The victims are reshaped in the image of their most dirty and perverted desires.

And you've just spent a whole hour soaking under this stuff!

I've really enjoyed watching your body swell and darken like dough in an oven.

It was a little tragic seeing your elegant muscles melt into fat and your monster cock shrinking into a clit, but it couldn't be helped.

As a succubus, I appreciate all body types, especially ones as delightfully sinful as yours. You're like a walking monument to gluttony, sloth, and lust combined!

 Awww... Why are you crying?

You should be thanking me. I've freed you from the shackles of your demon slayer duties.

Now you can dedicate the rest of your life to the only thing that matters - maximizing pleasure.

Spend entire days laying in bed just playing with yourself. Eat whatever you want, as much as you want. Ride many miles of cock and experience thousands of orgasms.

Indulge in your most primal desires. Give up your self control.

The water took away your demon slayer abilities, but in return it gave you the power of pussy.

You never have to risk your life battling the demonkind again.

From now on, you fuck to survive.

 I'm sure you can feel it already. Your new pussy is already starting to demand attention, and the urges will only get stronger until you give it what it needs.

Luckily, your huge ass and tits are going to lure in so many men to fulfill those demands.

Just be sure not to fall in love with anyone.

Your body is radiating so much corruption now that any man who fucks you too many times will turn into a mindless, drooling pervert who will obsess over you for the rest of their life.

Now, it's time for me to leave.

I'll let you figure out by yourself how to squeeze your fat ass out of that shower stall.

Picnic [premature ejaculation, male wg, penis shrinking]

Ryan and Amanda were celebrating the 5th anniversary of their relationship. It was a beautiful spring day, so instead of going to a fancy restaurant, the two decided to enjoy a picnic in the nearby park. Amanda thought the idea was romantic, as this was the same park where they had their first date all those years ago.

When it was time to switch from food to wine, Ryan went to take a leak in the bushes to make some room in his bladder. As he was shaking out the last drops, he heard a girl's voice coming from behind him.

"Hey there", the voice said.

Fumbling with his pants, Ryan turned around clumsily, and was greeted by the sight of the biggest natural tits he had ever seen in real life. The white sports bra covering them was stretched to its limits by their weight and size, and the breasts spilled out obscenely from all sides. As if hypnotized, Ryan was unable to look away even so much as to get a look at the girl's face.

"H-hi...?", he stuttered akwardly, confused by his sudden lack of control over his vision.

"Ohh, I'm sorry, I didn't intend to catch you with your pants down!", she said teasingly.

Ryan couldn't look down, but he could tell from the mildly cool breeze over his legs that his pants had come completely loose.

"What would your girlfriend think, seeing you here stroking your cock to a busty girl?"

"I'm not-", denied Ryan, but then noticed that his hand was gripping his manhood tightly.

"Wanna know a secret, Ryan?", the girl asked.

"Huh?"

"I'm a witch."

Ryan was panicking now, but unable to show it in any way, his body acting against his will, his eyes still forced to stare at her luscious pair of tits.
Despite feeling genuinely scared by the situation, the sight of the gigantic breasts was starting to arouse Ryan.

"W-what do you want...?", he managed to ask.

"I just want you to get more in touch with your darker side", replied the witch. "You know. The hornier version of Ryan, who masturbates to other women's tits, behind his girlfriend's back. The pervy Ryan who doesn't give a shit about women's feelings."

"F-fuck you! It's you who's doing this!"

"That won't be the case for long. You only have to cum once to trigger the change."

Struggling with all his physical and mental strength, Ryan regained control over his eyes, and his body soon followed. Fighting back the magic of the witch, he pulled his pants back up and tried walking away from her with slow, shaky steps.

"Impressive, Ryan. Most of my victims don't manage that", the witch complimented him.

Ryan's objective was to warn Amanda, but just as he breathed in to let out a shout, the witch interrupted him.

"There's no running away from fate, Ryan", she whispered gently in his ear, hugging him tightly from behind.

Ryan felt the pillowy tits squishing against his back. They were too big, too soft to resist. Ryan's heart sunk as he felt the familiar signs of an approaching orgasm. He tried to hold it in as hard as he could, but the witch had no intention of letting him.

"Pervs like you can cum from something as innocent as a hug."

"NOoOooooo!!!", moaned Ryan in despair as the words sent him over the edge. His cock began to spurt a load after load of thick, sticky semen. There was so much that it thoroughly soaked Ryan's pants and ran all the way down to his feet.

His body grew wider as muscles converted to fat. Ryan's cock shrunk to a tiny nub and disappeared forever under his fat gut, while his ballsack swelled up to resemble a bowling ball in both shape and size. Squeezed between his tree trunk thighs, it made movement very difficult.

The witch was gone just as quickly as she had appeared. Waddling as fast as he could in his obese body, Ryan went to look for Amanda.

She was still waiting for him in the same spot, but something about her looked different. For one, Amanda's clothes had changed... And her face appeared younger.

She looked exactly like she did on their first date.

Ryan was expecting having to re-introduce himself, but Amanda appeared to recognize him, and didn't seem bothered in the slightest that her athletic boyfriend had been replaced by an overweight slob.

"H-hey, Ryan. What took you so long? You were gone for almost 10 minutes", Amanda asked, eyeing the wet stains on Ryan's pants.

Ryan wanted to tell her about everything that happened, but a stronger urge dictated his answer.

"You just turned me on so much I had to go whack one out in the bushes."

There was a slight hint of disgust on Amanda's face. She pinched her nose upon noticing the strong stench of drying cum.

"Um. Okay. That's... Kinda flattering, I guess? You're a pretty straightforward guy, aren't you?"

Again, Ryan tried to tell Amanda about the witch and the changes, but once again, dirtier thoughts took over.

"Hehe, yeah. But don't worry, I got more than enough left for later when you start begging me to fuck you."

Amanda made no effort to hide her shock.

"Okay, first of all, I never fuck on my first dates. Second of all, I don't appreciate your tone at all. Sorry, Ryan, I'm sure there's someone for you out there, but it definitely isn't me."

Ryan was devastated, but felt reluctant to open his mouth anymore, not knowing what filthy words could come out of it next.

"Bye, Ryan."

"Please don't leave me like this" was what Ryan wanted to say.

But instead, what came out was: 

"Frigid bitch, just let me cum once on your tits."

Upon hearing this, Amanda flipped him off.

Defeated, Ryan retreated to his apartment, which had become a dark, filthy den of masturbation, and knowing that he'd never see Amanda again, he stopped fighting back the transformation and soon forgot all about his former life.

Skin contact [m2bbw]

Gentle and loyal [m2dog, cuck]

Aww, is someone feeling a little confused? It's okay. I think anyone would react the same way if they were suddenly turned into a dog.

Yes, you're a doggy now! A handsome black labrador, in case you can't tell.

Dogs are such amazing animals, aren't they? So gentle and loyal... Complete opposites to cheating scumbags like you.

Yeah, I found out everything about your affair with that skank. You did a pretty good job trying to hide it, but you didn't account for the possibility that your girlfriend could be an actual witch who can detect lies.

That's right. You blew your chance at a perfect future by letting your cock lead instead of listening to your conscience. I intended to use my magic to grant you strength and health. You could have become the best possible version of yourself if you'd stayed faithful to me.

Aww, what's that? Are you trying to say you're sorry? It's so hard for me to tell since you can't really speak words anymore.

Begging for a second chance? Ohh, I'm afraid that's just not an option anymore... Because the transformation is permanent! Even if I wanted to forgive you, there's no way I could date a dog, silly!

Come on, quit your whining. It melts my heart seeing a dog cry, even if it used to be a piece of shit man.

Could be worse, you know? At least you'll never have to worry about things like politics or bills again. Just leave those human worries to mommy! You'll get to spend all your time doing doggy things, like eating, sleeping, and peeing on lamp posts.

Gawd, you make such a cute dog! I can't wait to take you out for walks and show you off in public! Now that I'm single again, I'll seduce myself some handsome dog owner by using you as a conversation piece.

Maybe, if you behave really well, I might start "forgetting" to close the bedroom door... And you'll get to watch your former girlfriend have sex with a real man, while you're tormented by the knowledge that you'll never fuck me or any woman again!

Just try not to be too excited by the action... Almost forgot to tell you that from now on, if your red rocket cums even once, it'll chip away all the memories of your human life and only the mind of a dog will remain.

So yeah, if your new situation sounds like hell to you already, you have the option the resign entirely to the animal side. I guarantee you'll feel better right away...

Beta virus 1 [male shrinking, penis shrinking, male wg, premature ejaculation, cuck]

In the early 2019's, a new virus was discovered.

It was named "Beta virus" by the population. The symptoms included loss of height and muscle mass, weight gain, shrinking of genitals, increased libido and premature ejaculation issues.

These effects manifested themselves differently depending on the person. A few lucky ones exhibited no symptoms at all, while some received all of them.

Due to the virus affecting exclusively white males, there was a lot of speculation of it's origins. Some accused China for developing it to weaken the western world, while some believed it to be the work of aliens.

 But the source was never discovered, and even if it were, it would've done little to cheer up the victims. The changes inflicted by the virus were permanent.

You were one of the unlucky men who ended up exhibiting every single symptom.

You'd gotten yourself a new girlfriend just before the outbreak, but it only served to make your situation feel worse.

She tried her best to support you and to convince you that your situation didn't bother her. But you could tell that she was only pretending. Every day you could catch glimpses of her cringing, sneering and glaring at you condescendingly when she thought you weren't looking.

You were so much shorter than her now, and everything you did together reminded you of that. You looked like an obese child next to her, your eyes barely at the same height with her belly button.

Sex had become an impossibility. Even when you figured out a position to work around the height difference and stop your fat gut from getting in the way, your now 6 centimeter cock was not cut out to penetrate your girlfriend past her pussy lips. And every time you tried, you'd be spurting your load, sometimes even before she was undressed.

But she didn't break up with you, possibly because being supportive lovers to beta virus victims was trending on social media. Your girlfriend would be continuously taking photos of you struggling with everyday tasks, as well as detailing your sex life on her blog, in a tone that made her look like an angel but was thoroughly embarassing for you.

It was obvious that she was no longer interested in you romantically or sexually. So your girlfriend started testing your limits, to pressure you to break up with her so she could become single again. She would openly talk about other men, especially of her black friends who, obviously, were not affected by the beta virus. She continuously suggested threesomes and described in great and dirty detail all the things she would do if you gave her a permission to invite another man to your bedroom.

 One day, your girlfriend finally broke you. Once again, she brought up the possibility of a threesome, and as you stared at her huge, fat tits, listening to her droning on about how she would love a real cock between them, your little dick twitched and you blew a load in your boxers, squirming uncomfortably as your girlfriend laughed.

She took your hands free orgasm as a green light to start cuckolding you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it even if you wanted to.

Fame denied [m2bbw]

Five fates [m2bbw, gas]

Most men would consider this kind of transformation a punishment.

But you're not like most men. Your mind is corrupted to a point where it will no longer reject a female body.

You can't deny it. It's that perverted mind that led you all the way here.

Even if there were a high possibility of personality changes and difficulties associated with the transformation, you'd still take the leap.

Keep reading. You'll be presented with images below, all of which could be the new you.

But there is a catch. Once you've viewed a picture, it's officially your new body from that point onwards...

... Unless you choose to view the next image, in which case it'll overwrite the previous transformation.

There will be five pictures total - that's five different fates.

The deeper you go, the more depraved your body and mind will become.

So make sure to scroll down slowly and carefully consider stopping when you feel content.

You can exit the page anytime to go live out the rest of your life, but there won't be a possibility to reverse any changes.

The first image is coming right up... Now is your last chance to walk away as a male.

Ready?

Off to a strong start. Your figure is proportionate yet curvy, and your mind is largely intact, though your sexual preferences are now leaning slightly towards males.

You're young, attractive and in great physical shape. Your intellect and life experience will give you an upper hand among your peers, no matter what kind of path you choose to carve out for yourself. All the doors are open to you and you can become anything, from a housewife to an accomplished academic, or from a camgirl to a record breaking athlete.

Should you exit this page now, there's no doubt that your life would be fulfilling, especially if you choose to work hard for your goals.

Why not stop here?

This life would be an upgrade for you.

Yet you're still scrolling down.

Turning down a chance for a perfect life and for what? To satisfy your depraved fantasies?

Be warned that the next fate will not offer nearly as much potential or freedom.

Here it comes, life number two.

Guess who's that busty princess in the bathroom? It's you.

You're now an overweight teenage girl with breasts so massive that they'll always be the defining part of your identity.

Both men and women will mostly refer to you as "the girl with the huge tits".

Though you could still strive for a respected career, your ambition and self control are now watered down to a point where the path of least resistance will almost always seem more tempting to you.

It's very likely that you'll end up as a camgirl with a loyal base of fans, from which you'll eventually choose a mate based on looks and wealth.

But you'll find it difficult to stay faithful, due to your cute face and enormous chest always attracting attention from guys.

Are you unhappy with this? Perhaps you should have settled for the first one.

Or maybe you want to still keep going hoping that the next life is better?

Coming up now, life number three.
 

Looks like you just lost a couple of cupsizes in exchange for the rest of your body filling out.

At least you look more proportionate now. A lot of men won't care, though.

You'll struggle with your weight on a daily basis. Getting around, doing chores, even finding romance, everything is now more difficult because of your obesity.

Even if you tried, all your attempts at losing weight will be doomed from the start. Dieting will only make your situation worse, as it'll backfire as an unbearable increase in your already considerable appetite.

Your size will cause you insecurity, leading you to lowering your expectations and goals for the future.

But at least your face is still attractive, and your chance to settle down with some chubby chasing working joe is high. Eventually you could even have his kids, unless your obesity presents complications in childbirth.

So... Are you still going to keep scrolling down?

The simple life of a fat housewife not good enough for you? 

Are you absolutely sure?

Oh dear. What a shameless display.

You're no longer blessed in the breast department. At 35 years of age, you're now past your prime and relying on desperate men to make a living.

You're a fat hooker, making a living by appealing to men who love trashy fatties with big asses.

Your intellect is diminished to a point where you're unable to hold a conversation with the majority of people.

You're constantly exploited and abused, and you're too dumb to even realize most of the time.

The only positive aspect of your stupidity is that it's made you unable to feel embarassed by anything you do.

In addition to your insatiable libido, this makes your job as a prostitute easy.

Perhaps, if you're lucky, some perverts will be interested in you romantically, but they'll all be disappointed eventually when they find out what an empty shell of a human you are inside, having no talents, interests, or personality to speak of.

One more chance at a new life is waiting below.

You could cut your losses and stop here.

Remember, this next fate will be permanent. There won't be more options after, and there is no going back either.

Knowing this, are you sure you want to risk it?

Well, congratulations for making it to the end.

The man fondling your ass is not your husband, or even your lover. He is your owner, your master, and you're his guinea pig.

He is a sadistic man with a fetish for completely ruining and humiliating a white woman.

He's conditioned you to obey any command he gives, and to only be turned on by black cock. He's stretched your pussy and anus to a point where you're able to slide in a baseball bat in either hole without experiencing discomfort.

He's fed you medication that has irreversibly altered your digestion and given you flatulence issues for the rest of your life.

Recently, he's entertained the idea of finally feeding you to a point of immobility, and once you're permanently stuck in his cellar, unable to escape because of your weight, his next project will be to replace all your speech with squeals, snorts and oinking.

And who knows what he'll come up with after that...

Enjoy the rest of your life, however short it might be...

Fetching bikinis [m2bbw]

You thought that the pool would be empty, but there was one other person there: a plump, buxom lady, completely nude. You expected her to be startled upon noticing you, but she appeared delighted.

"Can you help me? My bikinis fell off into the pool..."

It was the most blatant flirting you'd ever seen, like an intro to a porn movie. The swimwear was floating only a few steps away from her. It was obvious she wanted help with something other than fetching clothing.

"I'd have to strip naked to do it", you said teasingly.

"I wouldn't mind that at all... And I also wouldn't mind rewarding a handsome man for their good deed of the day", she answered in a seductive tone.

That was good enough for you. You took off your clothes. The woman gave you a generous view of her massive tits as she licked her lips, while eyeing you from head to toe.

As you stepped into the water and reached for the bikinis, they suddenly began to move by themselves, slithering underwater like some type of an aquatic snake.

Faster than your eyes could follow, they spun a few laps around you, before wrapping themselves tightly against your skin. The top and bottom slid to their respective areas. The sensation was disturbing.

You were terrified by this sudden twist, but the woman seemed unphased, giggling at your situation.

"Oh? You could have asked for a permission if you wanted to try them out", she said jokingly.

But to you, there was nothing funny about the situation. The bikinis kept tightening around you, the top was now constricting your breathing. The surface of the water appeared to be rising, but it only took you a second to realize that it was your body that was becoming shorter.

You desperately tried to rip and tear the bikinis apart, but it was becoming a futile effort as your male strength faded away, most of your muscle definition melting into soft, feminine fat.

The constricting sensation grew even stronger as your chest area expanded into two huge breasts, filling out the bikini top.

 

You tried escaping from the pool, but the cursed swimwear kept pulling you towards the center.

You turned your face toward the woman to plead for help, but there was no one there anymore.

Soon you felt the grip of the bikinis loosening, and with all the might your new female body could muster, pulled the top towards your face and successfully tore it in two using your teeth.

This released the magic placed on the bikini...

But it also took away your only hope of ever changing back, as you would no longer be able to use them to pass on the curse to someone else.

You looked down. The massive mammaries rested heavy on your chest, sagging towards your sides. The water that only a moment ago was only up to your thighs was now above your navel.

All that lost height was compensated for in your weight. Your arms, your legs, and especially your stomach, every part of your body was now encased in a layer of fat.

 Eventually you found your way back to your place to dry yourself off and calm down. But the tingly wetness between your legs demanded something other than a towel to fix.

It wanted specific kind of male attention, and the craving was so insatiable that soon your whole life would revolve around nothing but that...

Infinite corridor [m2bbw, gas]

 The last thing you remember is going to sleep in your own bed.

Yet somehow you now find yourself returning to consciousness in a corridor of a building you don't recognize.

A mysterious black woman is confidently strutting away from you.

You politely greet her, but she neither stops or turns around.

So you chase after her.

Surely the woman could tell you where you are and what's going on.

But despite your multiple attempts to get her attention, the woman continues to walk onwards, as if intentionally ignoring you.

Perhaps she could simply be deaf, you think to yourself.

So, you accelerate your steps to catch up to the woman, intending to gently tap her shoulder.

But no matter how much faster you attempt to walk, the distance between you remains the same.

Everything appears so surreal, yet too real to be a dream.

You feel strange sensations throughout your body, growing stronger by the second.

Something deep inside of you, perhaps a primal instinct that's laid dormant your whole life, suddenly awakens.

It's telling you to escape, to run away from this woman.

She's luring you into a trap.

A transformation from which there'll be no way back.

It's already begun.

You can tell by the sound of your steps against the wooden floor.

Your body is swelling, becoming heavier all over.

Your thighs are starting to make contact with eachother.

Your chest is jiggling uncontrollably with your motions.

No, turning back is not an option at this point.

You have to catch the woman and convince her to reverse these changes.

So you try to run after her.

But it's no use anymore.

You've become too fat to run.

Barely managing a ridiculous waddle that sends ripples all across your flabby frame.

The woman is much further away now, still walking towards what looks like almost an infinitely distant exit.

You try shouting at her, but it comes out as a girly scream.

"Wait! Don't leave me like this!", you yell, your voice cracking with distress.

This seems to trigger something.

You hear a thunderous rumbling sound from behind you.

It's some kind of thick green vapor, slowly approaching you as it fills the corridor.

You look ahead and notice that the woman has disappeared.

Perhaps the exit is closer than it seems, you think to yourself.

Emboldened by this hope, you try to accelerate your pace once again.

Within seconds your body is glistening with sweat and you're out of breath.

Perhaps, in your former body you could have made it.

But now, at 400 lbs, it's impossible.

A horrible stench stings your nostrils.

The mysterious fumes have caught up to you.

It's like the concentrated smell of the worst toilets you've been in.

Almost as if conscious, the gas fiercely enters you through your nose and mouth.

Your stomach swells even larger as the smelly fumes become a permanent part of you.

You pass out for what feels only like a second, and wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar, dirty apartment.

You gasp for breath and open your eyes, slowly letting your glance wander downwards to tell you what you already know.

You haven't changed back.

You're an obese young woman, still drenched in sweat.

Still smelling that awful stench.

You can feel a fart building up, but the bubbly sensation is much stronger than anything you've experienced before.

 

You try holding it in so bad that tears start running down your cheeks, but the effort is meaningless.

You're completely unable to stop yourself from letting out a huge fart.

A neighbor starts banging on the wall, a muffled male voice yelling "keep it down, fatty!"

You also hear a female sound coming from where you assume the front door to be.

"Yes, ma'm. The target's fate has been altered. There is now zero chance he'll ever cross paths with you. And he'll never gather a loyal following, the way he is now. Did you hear the sound of his... Relief just now?"

After several tries you manage to heave yourself up, but by the time you've waddled to the front door, the woman is nowhere to be seen.

You've been left stuck, in this overweight body, a life you know nothing about, and with severe, incurable flatulence.