Jason and Clay were driving through the bad part of town looking for their buddy Tommy. Tommy had been missing for two weeks and the last thing they heard, he had gone to a cheap motel with a huge breasted skank. Just like the one they spotted having car trouble on the side of the road.
"Now that right
there... is a hooker." Said Jason as he pointed to the buxom woman with zero regard for her feelings. Clay just laughed in response.
"Hell yeah. The hookers in this part of town are all fucking bombshells! I hear their pimp is using magic to... enhance his merchandise." Clay replied with a sly wink. The woman in the red dress sighed in frustration. She wanted desperately to tell her friends that she was the guy they were looking for, but the curse wouldn't let such words leave her plump, juicy lips.
The absurdly proportioned prostitute was mortified that her own friend was ogling her like a piece of meat. The young man still trapped inside his overly female body and increasingly female mind was even more mortified that his body was returning Jason's not-so-subtle advances tenfold. Tommy didn't want to be a hooker. She still couldn't believe what was happening.
Tommy had spent the best night of his life with the hottest, bustiest chick he had ever seen... but she was a hooker. Tommy didn't have enough to pay up and as soon he tried to skip out on the bill, everything suddenly went dark.
Before Tommy knew it, he was the extremely curvaceous "
Tammy". She became the newest working girl under the employ of Daddy Sugar the warlock pimp. Such was the curse that automatically befell every man that didn't pay up.
Daddy Sugar quickly put his new girl to work. With her absurd new body came powerful urges. Tammy felt compelled to please every cock that she could. She knew that she would quickly lose her former self forever if she didn't escape. One morning she made it to her car and drove away with no intention of looking back.
She only made it a few blocks before her car mysteriously broke down. Eventually her old buddies came to be "good Samaritans". Since Tammy and Jason were too busy drooling over each other to even bother trying to fix the engine, Clay assured them that he would give the car a look.
The two of them quickly found the nearest gas station restroom where they could...
..."get acquainted". It wasn't long at all before she had her friend's cock in her mouth.
She had only gone a few hours without cock and she was already craving some like crazy. Her inner Tommy was disgusted with what she was doing with her own friend. Jason, however, had no idea who Tammy really was and he didn't care.
He was just fully enjoying his run in with a fine piece of ass.
Tammy tried and tried to tell Jason who she really was, but the words just wouldn't come out. Only passionate moans and grunts.
To her horror, she realized that the curse that was keeping her from spilling the beans was most likely the same that shut her car down. As her big tits bounced while Jason rammed her smooth, tight pussy, she realized that she would never escape her new life.
So she simply gave in to the pleasure and let her old self slip away. She was hit with waves of orgasmic ecstasy.
Tammy couldn't even remember Jason's name. The only thought in her head was how much she wanted to taste his cum.
As soon as the deed was done, she remembered that she needed to get back to Daddy Sugar with his money. His curse had finally taken full control of her.
"Ooooh, that was so good, baby. That'll be $200." Tammy moaned.
"What the fuck? I don't have that much on me! Hey, you never said you were a hooker, bitch!" Jason retorted, acting like he wasn't fully aware of what she was.
"Uh-oh..." Tammy said. She knew what was gonna happen next.
Jason was now "
Jasmine" and her breasts were quite heavy. She couldn't believe that she had fucked five men in just her first night on the job... and she still wanted more.
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