Sexy Hex(Thorn TG)

”Dammit Jack where did you go? I knew I shouldn’t have gone to this stupid party…”

James was nursing a drink he had no real intentions of drinking, trying his best to blend in with the wallpaper as he tucked himself into a corner of the bustling party. He knew this was a dumb idea, none of the people here the kind he’d normally hang out with and the constant conversation and partying was hell for an introvert like him. Admittedly it was nice being surrounded by so many girls in gothy costumes, two girls especially attracting his attention in their dark robes, one a blonde with severe black liner making her look constantly glaring, green lipstick and plenty of pale thigh showing in contrast to the forest green cloth. The other was a tan redhead in what could best be described as a business woman outfit crossed with a witch’s robe, purple accents and jewel keeping James’s attention affixed up till the moment he noticed them staring back.

“Hey there sexy.”

He turned around, feeling silly when he remembered he was literally against two walls and banging into the moldings, but surely they wouldn’t be talking to him. Wait…

“Don’t shrink away. We’re talking to you.”

The blonde one was smiling but her words had a bratty tinge to them, James sweating some as he wondered how long he’d been staring at them.

“Ah a-apologies I didn’t mean to do anything I just-” The two quickly surrounded him, both girls smirking, grabbing him by the arms as if they were corraling a cute animal.

“Aww but what if we want you to do something? I’m Luna by the by.”

“Don’t tell me you were planning to waste All Hallow’s Eve hiding from the fun.”

As much as James always had a thing for goth girls he had absolutely no idea what to do with two of them crowding him, their necklaces shimmering as he felt dizzy.

“Someplace more fun.”

“Consider it our green room for this house party.”

“We’ll give you a private show. Members only…”

It wasn’t like he was going to say no to two hot goths leading him up, and despite the massive amount of nerves his member wasn’t getting any softer as he did his best to hold back the sighs and moans. They kept squeezing his hands, a melty heat pooling up and into his navel as red filled his nail beds, creeping up to the tips before sharpening out, fingers and palms like clay as the paleness made them thin and smooth save for hints of callus right on the tips. Luna and Dusk kept him squeezed, teasing their necklines with glimpses of cleavage as they led James up the stares, sometimes having to pull when he stumbled. He just thought he was clumsy and distracted, the shudders of his height diminishing from their methodical teasing unnoticed even as his pants began to sag and shoes jog awkwardly on his diminished form.

Was this really happening? A small part of him was still in denial as they dragged him towards a hastily converted bedroom, instruments leaned against a closet door, James stumbling a bit as his shoes finally slipped off with a few awkward kicks, socks drooping as they sat him down by the bed. Luna’s hand was stroking his thigh, dangerously close to his cock, Dusk fiddling with a purse as he tried to think of something to say as his eyes scanned the room.

“Erm I noticed there’s th-three instruments here. Are you a threesome- I-I mean t-tri-OHHH~!”

Luna pushed him down and kissed like a predator going in for the kill, her tongue spreading open his lips as her lipstick rubbed off on his chapped, wriggling worms. All he could do was moan and take it, each smack feeling better than the last, her teeth digging hard enough to leave marks but not pierce skin as each lip bloated, sensitivity heightened as she pressed her whole weight down onto his left shoulder.

“UHHNGH UHHHM W-HAAI-MMGH Mmmm~!”

There was a pop, James’ body thrusting as he could feel himself on the verge of cumming, trying to keep himself controlled as Luna massaged his shoulder pale and curved, his head awkwardly tilted from two mismatched halves of a collarbone as he kept clenching every muscle to avoid-

“Couldn’t wait for me huh Luna? And that slip up was really funny. We’re not a threesome yet, but we need a nice, strong member to lead us…”

He didn’t feel like he was leading anything, more like their chew toy as Luna gave his cock a squeeze through his jeans, his protests silenced by two sets of mouths as their lipstick somehow mixed into a brilliant crimson, his jaw smoothing over as they peppered him with kisses, squeezed his arms, some real muscle forming under their thinning forms as his wrists spasmed into flexible, chord tapping supports. There was no way to keep his mind working at this point, feeling so good, so happy to let them lead as every caress, every bite, every hot gasp of air they teased him with felt like heaven as he melted into their-

“UHHHHHNGH AHHH Ahhh mmmgh…”

Fuck. He had ruined it, his pants utterly drenched, the cumstain obvious as Dusk and Luna were staring, his shame only worsened as they began to giggle.

“Aww you sound so cute when you bust.”

“Didn’t even get past the opener. We want some fun too y’know.”

“Don’t be so mean Dusk. I’m sure our adorable fan here wants to let us have some fun… right?”

It felt like he was being bullied, but he nodded, Dusk smirking as the bag she pulled out the bag she had been fiddling with, pulling out a wig and makeup as James stuttered. “W-Wait what d-do you have in- EEEEK~!”

Luna pulled off his pants, shaking the damp things as his cock half slid from the leg hole, the two goths glancing at it as more embarrassment painted his cheeks as red as his lips.

“What’s wrong? It’s just a bit of makeup. I thought you said you’d let us have some fun. You don’t want to disappoint us again. Trust me it’ll be fun…”

Rather than waiting for his reply she pulled out a powder brush and began laying it on thick, a white cloud descending on their squirming prey.

“Hold still. Don’t want to mess up cause all of this is a real pain to clean off.”

“Yeah Thorn stop resisting so much. We can see you loooove it don’t you?”

“Kff kff wh-who the hehhhll is Th-OHHHR~?”

Luna rubbed the tip of his exposed cock as she slid a dark red wig onto James’s head, signs of life returning to his wilted manhood while Dusk began working with a sponge and detail brush. He had no idea what they were doing but Hecate did it feel amazing, the two girls careful not to touch his throat and give it away as Luna stroked his stiffening cock and scalp, digging the netting in as square by square it melded onto his head, Dusk blunting his paling features as his cheeks were patted down elegantly, his moans sounding a bit reedy as his nose was pressed down neatly, glasses tumbling to the floor.

“Don’t worry, you won’t need those for long.”

She dug the eyeliner in at the edges, warping the sockets as she shaped his shut eyes, brushing lashes longer all the while tapping on his brow as the flattening ridges of it had him near ready to burst yet again. But he didn’t want to smear her makeup, not before a show, Luna making sure every last bit of his face was fit for a headline poster as the pale, smooth flesh spread down his chest, only his neck retaining any tan.

“There we go, way sexier Thorn.”

Janes smirked, lips in a natural pucker, not even flinching as Dusk pulled out an eyebrow pencil and drew his bushy brows thin and slanted, as if he’d done this constantly, all their fans always freaking out when she flashed them with her best evil glare.

“Now you’re really getting into it!”

From Janes’s laid down position it was easy for them to strip him, Luna pulling off his damp boxers, Dusk his loose shirt, the two rubbing all over his exposed body, spreading the paleness, raising his sensitivity as they continued to rub against him till their hands converged on his core.

“UHHNGH Oooh ahh wait suhhhmthing f-heeels weir-GNNF?!”

His world turned red, Dusk squeezing some kind of fabric over him, the two girls pulling till it snagged as Janes felt them begin palming his sides. They were getting really rough, not just caressing but pressing their weight into his core, the weird sensations growing as if his body was heaving and shifting, something fluid spilling elsewhere inside in a way that made him uncertain if he was about to cum or puke, the former winning out as they continued to manhandle him.

“Ugh so much bulk to work through.”

“Try to enjoy it as much as he is Dusk. It’s getting easier. Just a few… more…”

Jarne squealed as something audibly snapped, their aggressive presses sending his core bridging upwards, his cock trembling as each meaty pop was followed by a release from his cock. Three draining orgasms chained together, his cries raising in volume and strength, his voice truly filling the room as his needy breaths in gained more volume, Dusk and Luna massaging his slight pudge into something firm and curvy, years of crunches and voice exercises wringing out his weakness as he belted out every note of pleasure in a supported falsetto.

“OHHHHH OHHHHH~ HEEEECATEEE OHHHH GAAAWDESS THAAAaaaht uhhhngh yes…”

He couldn’t see it but he felt it, the greatest release of his life spraying down the cheap comforter, feet kicking off damp socks as what he realized was a robe or a dress slid down, hugging his core as his body gave into the two gothy musician’s teasing, his blood red nails tearing slightly into the top sheet.

His moans felt melodic, chords and tuning coming naturally as perfect pitch stirred his subconscious adding to the dizziness as they puppeted his arms through the red dress, Jarne feeling… drunk? High? He’d never done much drinking but there was an addictive throbbing to his body, had they slipped him something when they had kissed? Then again she did love her ritual fermented brews when they did harvest festivals. He did?

“Uhhhngh just g-give me a sehhhcond I need to- ohhhh~ fuuuuuck?”

They were bending him back, something popping, stroking his wig as it felt almost like real hair, the dress so soft and cozy against his skin that he was already getting hard just from the feeling of it rubbing against his body, fronds of fabric wrapping around his legs, riding up his ass, almost like it was alive and joining the two bandmates.

“Geez Thorn I know you’ve got pipes but you gotta control yourself. You’re gonna let everyone in the party know if you keep squealing like a sacrificial goat.”

“Ooh I bet she just wants even more eyes on her. She’s always looking for a bigger audience.”

They were clearly testing the waters, but Jarne was finally catching on to something not being right as he shook his head, trying to clear his mind through the haze of ecstasy as he noticed the wig wasn’t coming off. Maybe that’s why something felt wrong, the wig too tight, but they’d just slapped it on it wasn’t like they had glued it on or any-

“Ow?!” He had pulled one of the back length locks expecting it to fall off, only to realize it hurt so good, she loved having someone pull her hair while she- What?

“I think he’s realized what we’re doing, not that it matters now.”

Jarne began flailing, kicking them off momentarily as he lunged off the bed, only to squash his feet into two red heels , his run turned to unbalanced stumbling as Dusk and Luna snickered, hearing him moan as his shrunken, but still masculine feet molded themselves inwards. He soon toppled forwards as his arches grew used to the curve of heels, his own slipping into the backs as red ankle straps squeezed his calves thinner.

“Really doing the work for us Thorn? Feeling more confident? Better?”

“No pl-heaase I d-OHHHn’t wAHHNAAA B-HEE EEEENGH~!”

They were on him, gripping his legs as they pinned him, slowly pulling and shaping as he could feel them turning shapely, the dress spanking and grabbing his ass cheeks as something bubbled inside like a cauldron for brewing- The thought was interrupted by another release, Jarn unable to stop the look of glee on his face as they ravaged him, his ass especially tender as fat bubbled up and out, rippling under his rising cheeks, hips creaking as they widened to fill out the bottom of his dress.

It just wouldn’t stop, neither Luna nor Dusk showing mercy as they shaped his calves, adding curves to the backs, digging into his thighs as they squeezed them against his cock. He wanted to hate it, to deny them gratification but the truth was a growing part of him loved it. His ass was really accented, confidently bulging out as his thighs battered his leaking cock, the girls making sure to give it a few pokes and strokes in between the massaging girth they were adding to his body. Soon their hands were exploring his thick ass. Dusk showed off plenty of her drumming technique, driving Jarn mad, his hips bucking, an urge to grind his own cock until it popped rising as he sang along to the lustful beat, his body nearly complete.

“Ahhh p-please I’m gUHHHnnaaa wear out my thr-HOOOAAT~ if you keep m-HAAAking me Nngh yes…”

He couldn’t resist, the girls too strong as they manhandled him, not much man left as they slid red sleeves up his arms, Luna clasping a red bat necklace around his neck that scraped between his collarbone, the dress’s top bunching around his nipples and pinching as the paleness washed over his throat.

“Ahhh haaa yesss~!”

His voice was climbing, moans sounding all the more tantalizing as he turned himself on, his core squeezing with proper technique, balls rubbing against his insides as the dress pulled. His voice was given plenty of wails to test out his increased vocal range, Dusk continuing to stroke him off, slapping against his balls as they continued to pucker, his nipples hungrily sucking in what mass they could as the erect nubs jiggled out into small cones.

“Come on Thorn hurry up. It’s almost showtime.”

While Dusk was wearing down his cock, Luna had grabbed the third case Jarn had noticed when they first entered, the red guitar a perfect match for his nails and necklace, the dazed, moaning shell of a man left not even thinking when she handed it to him, reaching for it like it was only natural as his head whipped back on contact. Years were pouring in, fingering technique, chord structures, how to shred, how to use her nails instead of a pick or a shard of glass for that more jagged sound she loved.

It was an eruption down below, his balls puckering, Dusk sighing as she slapped the back of her hand against them, each smack shoving them in as his voice cracked into a husky, commanding alto, all that pleasure surging under his small tits as the growths violently shook his frame. It was like she was being fucked, letting the spirits plunge into her eager grotto as both balls shunted inside, Hecate’s glorious influence purging them of masculinity as they surrounded his prostate and blasted it with feminine energy.

“AHHHH AHHHHHHN G-HAAAWDDESS I CAHHHN’T T-HAAAAKE MUUUUCH NNGH~ But I cAHHHN~!”

His voice purred out sensually, fully confident and eager, strumming a few chords as he pulled the guitar neck against his tits and let the music batter her breasts like she was making love to the song. Isn’t this what she wanted? To be confident, to be sexy, to have everyone’s eyes on-

“N-HOOO G-GEHHHT OUT OF MY- MMGH?!”

Dusk had pressed her thumb down on his leaking tip, the fluids clearer as they poured down, her monotone whispering into his ear, “Come on Thorn stop being stubborn. You want this.”

Luna joined in, stroking his shaft as it began to soften, Dusk pressing harder as it sank in an inch.

“Almost there Thorn.”

“I’M NAHHHT UHHHNG I-IIIII?!”

Who was she? Memories were a blur, Thorn’s confidence bullying his brain like her bandmates were bullying her cock, the guitar squeezed tighter to her chest like she was a vampire trying to stake herself, feeling a hard lump of wood shove inside with every- 

“That’s it say your name. Your real name.”

“We love you, the real you Thorn. We didn’t risk it all on this band just to get cold feet before a performance. They’re waiting for all of us.”

This time half of it collapsed, Jorn’s squeals hiccuping as they belted out for ages, the support of her core really showing off her pipes, her other pipes just needing a few more stuffs and they’d be clear of this sludgy bummer of a-

“I-IIII’M NAHHHT THORN I’M J-OOOORN?!”

What even was wrong with this, his two fellow wiccans so gentle with their caresses, so supportive, everything he wanted filling out, the sounds of the party downstairs making him salivate at the thought of attention as they continued to urge her into being the lead singer, the axe wielding curse slinging bad bitch who wove a spell no one could resist… Including him?

“TH-J-HOOOOORN?! AHHH FUUUUUCK! I’M AAAA”

Another collapse, a third of its former length gone, barely a tip as Luna and Dusk both had to wriggle their pinkies over his widening tip. Fuck he couldn’t even remember what he was forgetting, or what was even left to salvage, the band, the confidence, the pleasures of the night, all of it tumbling through her head as her name didn’t matter, all that did was that she was a-

“HEX GIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL~!”

Her tip spread open, Luna and Dusk both shoving their fingers in as their new sister came away the last of her resistance, any trace of clashing masculinity spilling out as Thorn was reborn, or was she always like this? She didn’t really care, her current self so much better than what she had been that it was hotter to imagine it as a fantasy. Even if there was a way to turn back which her occult teachings definitely had, this was one hex worth bearing for life as her bandmates helped her up to her feet.

“Well then sisters I’d say my warm up’s done. Let’s rock this shitty house party to splinters and get some bigger bookings. I’m gonna cast a spell on them~!”

Their coven was complete and so was their lineup. They had what they needed, and the Hex Girls were ready to make the world theirs.