Pillow 5 - Bewitched witching X

(Woman into man)*

A large cavernous loft, cold and deprived of the warmth of a home because more than being a house it was a statement of power. The kind of place where these sort of tales often happen.

The naked footsteps of a woman, a dominant business woman, a fierce boss, no matter whether she was in the outside world or naked and alone in her luxurious apartment.

With long brunette hair, a sculpted body, long legged, tall and fit, a savage face, she was wearing an enticingly short minidress which flaunted her huge boobs. She was ready to attend a party to seduce the males and enjoy the surrounding doormats who could never match her taste.

Her empire was built on the buying and selling of jewelry, a comfortable life stolen from the gold, the silver and the gems.

It was usually not fair... the jewelry tainted with blood...

She arrived at a table near the window, you could see the whole city and the whole sky through the glass.

The full moon was high, her cat was lying on the table.

Confidently, she rubbed the ears of her pet, the feline meowed and purred, she smirked and her eyes were drawn to the small black box by the black cat.

Her fingers easily opened the small box, her eyes shone as she glanced at it’s contents.

A thin bronze collar attached to a jade and silver pendant.

She raised the pendant from it’s bed of dark velvet, holding it up to her face.

The pendant looked like a mouth full of sharp teeth around a wide open eye, she saw her face reflected in the jade eye and she smiled.

It might not have been the most expensive piece of jewelry she had ever held, not even the most valuable in her own private collection, but it was her favorite one. A collar surrounded by mystery and folklore, dark folklore, taken from a cursed tomb in some country far away to the west.

Never had she actually worn the collar, but on that bright full moon night, after her long warm bath, something felt very alluring about the metal, the bronze a soft surface against her fingertips.

It was the perfect moment.

Closing her eyes she took one step back and slid the collar over her head. The collar landed easily around her neck, the pendant right between her breasts. The woman stepped towards the full-length mirror, appreciative of the collar with her boobs below her low-cut neckline and imagining how she could be brightened with this look. 

Her nipples grew erect.

The woman chuckled, looked down, fondled the jade stone.

Outside, the moon was full.

Her heart began to beat faster as her fingers fondled the jade, her belly rising and falling, her breathing noticeably louder.

The cat meowed, his instincts anticipating the terrible thing that was going to befall his owner.

Shivers, sweating, the hairs of her arms standing up, the moon, the moon was slowly being painted red... a blood moon...

She gasped, standing stiff, staring at that moon, even her fingers stopped fondling the collar. Slowly the white was painted red and she felt it, on the lips of her vagina, deep inside her trance.

The cat meowed again.

Terror grew, the blood moon was full, it’s glow hitting the jade.

The woman’s heartbeat increased, her pupils dilated, the pain began.

“Gaaaaagh! GRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

She grabbed her side and bent as wicked magic began to twist the very essence of her muscles, the cat hissed, scared.

“No! No! Help meeeeeeeeeeehg!”

Her body was crunched by the pain, a couple of naked steps, the robe fell from her shoulders, teeth clenched, eyes shut.

“HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!”

The woman knew something was going on with her body even if she didn’t know the extent of the horror yet. Standing on her tiptoes she yelled as every muscle of her body stood out clearly under her skin.

”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!”

She grabbed her head, stretched her neck, her eyes wide open, pupils turning dark.

“No! Pleaseshhhhhh! NOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUH!”

Trembling, shivering, sweating, every inch of her body throbbing with heat, every moan, every pinch of pain. Her feet slid, losing their grip on the floor, she landed on her back on the table.

A watch and some paper fell to the floor as she curled and rolled across the table, the cat jumped away and hid under a chair, staring in terror at the terrible fate bestowed on the woman.

She kept groaning in pain, both hands grabbed the collar and pulled, but she failed to remove the cursed metal from her skin. The once so confident and fierce one began to sob and plead.

“Please... Please...!”, a moan in her voice, her body tense and stiff, her legs spread. “What do you want from meEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!”

Her body felt limp, the real changes began.

Both hands on her belly as she began to inhale air, breathing harder than a steam engine. A grunt of pain, an unnatural stretching sound.

Knees bent, belly began to inflate, she cried and shook her head.

“M-my tummy...!”

Her nails grabbed her night dress, they pulled and ripped, the skin of her oh so flat belly stretching as her stomach expanded and filled.

Her stomach continued to painfully swell tearing her tight dress. The woman looked down and found her belly swollen to the point of almost reaching her boobs. The inflated belly poured out of the hole torn in her dress. The woman rubbed her tortured belly.

“What is happening?!”

Her belly kept swelling beyond imagining, maybe in her head, maybe inside that large sack of meat a voice spoke to her. 

“Thank you Mother,,,”

“Ggggghhhh! Noooo...!” cried the struggling woman. “I’m not your mother! I’m not... your fucking mother... AAAAAAAH!”

A round large sack between her hands, her fit figure totally distorted, tears blurring her eyes, the whispers kept tormenting her ears.

“Mother, don’t you love me? Didn’t you love the collar stolen from my grave? There’s only one thing I want from you. One thing I need and that only you can give...”

Breathing, gasps.

“I can’t give you anything... not that... leave... me...!”

“Mother, I need your body. Mother... Goodbye...”.

“Wait...! WAIT!” Her belly started to squirm violently and she could only struggle on the table unable to stop the ache. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Like a kick in the ovaries, her belly spread all over her body, fingers pulled and ripped, hard nipples visible, vagina exposed.

Then in her crotch another outrageous change began. The vaginal lips opened and closed, breathing as the woman cried, the mixing, melting of the one over the other.

Tissue built up on tissue, clitoris rising and lengthening, a hairy scrotum below.

She touched that perturbing defiling of her femininity and felt a spark of manliness in her brain. From what was once her clitoris a splat of pre-cum was spat as a foreskin covered the red flesh. The flesh kept growing, eventually bursting out of her panties.

“No...! NO! It’s my body...! I will give you a sacrifice... But not me...! NOT MY BODY!” Pleas of despair as one hand rubbed her sensitive breast and the other began to pump that growing masculine erection.

Her pussy, now the cock.

“I am... not... man...!”

The woman’s yells fluctuated between female and male.

Muscles gained definition all over the place, bones starting to crack and snap, causing a groan every time. She couldn’t take off the amulet destroying her form, she couldn’t escape the changes, she couldn’t even stop masturbating that throbbing cock that had taken away her gender.

Hands became bigger, her feet elongated destroying her heels, shoulder moved apart, with each painful breath her torso and shoulders spread wider, ripping even more of her tight dress apart..

"Stop... Stop.... please... not my tits...! NOT MY TITS!”

On her expanding chest her breasts began to deflate, yet the nipples remained stiffly erect.

A pronounced manliness was taking over her flesh, washing away her femininity with an unstoppable severity. The fine, slim fit body replaced by a stiff musculature, hair sprouting from her once soft smooth skin.

And not just her flesh, but her mind.

The dark powers and thoughts that had tricked her to use the collar were slowly replacing her mind, taking away even that last bastion of self, as the thing locked inside the jade fully claimed ownership of her life.

“Stoppp! Sstossssssh!” her face, a virtue that had put many men under her heel, began to reshape just like the rest of her. “NRuuuuugh meeeeeh!”

Her nose swelled, chin became square, eyes began to darken with a malice the poor woman couldn’t even have imagined. As she faded into darkness she saw a glimpse of what that thing was going to do with her body, terrible plans that would make her fate look fair... she shivered impotently...

Her cock came on the table.

The cat meowed.

She moaned.

Changes slowly reached their peak and so did the struggle, with the woman out of the picture the body reached its intended form, the blood moon stopped shining in the jade and vanished as if such a celestial event had never even happened.

There was now a man on the table, tall, muscular, only the long attractive hair of the woman remained along with the torn clothes failing to cover his body.

As his dick began to recede into a satisfied flaccidness he got up, the rags of the clothes fell from his body as he stood in the middle of the room.

The grim warlock, the dark wizard, passed his fingers though the mane of brunette and the hair became white as the pale gaze of the moon's light under which he stood.

His dark eyes, devoid of empathy, looked around, they found the cat under the chair.

He kicked the chair away and pointed at the scared feline, the cat hissed, meowed and changed just as his master had.

Breasts grew, fur fell, his furry testicles warped into a vagina... he was becoming she, a copy of his former owner that would serve the warlock...

The warlock just watched the cat become a woman, the woman that had been his unwilling mother into this new life, this new age full of possibilities.

Thanks to the foolish woman he was back and perfectly positioned to put his plans  into motion…