Published: Apr 11, 2025

My one hundred and ninety-fifth caption, featuring a very pent-up friend and his recently transformed "best friend"…

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“You’re such a whore.” Cameron shook his head as his old “friend” strolled up to him, breast almost fully exposed. Her gargantuan tits wobbled like two huge bowls of Jell-O, barely contained by a pink tiger pattern bra that oozed a sense of intentional sluttiness. “Button up your shirt.”

“Aw, someone’s gettin’ all bothered by his friend’s massive, soft milkers~” “Cynthia” teased, grabbing her exposed side boobs and pushing them together. “Besides, it’s hot as fuck outside today. I’m not gonna soak through my shirt before we even get to today’s classes.”

Cameron’s best friend Lucius had made one too many advances on one of the quiet girls in their college course, actually going so far as to grope her thinking it would somehow “excite” her. It had the exact opposite reaction as one can imagine, and it turned out that girl knew how to use magic. She got her revenge, turning the tall and muscular 6’2” man into a short and stacked 5’2” girl. In addition to her eye-catching, exaggerated features, she made it so the newly-minted Cynthia would constantly tease men around her while showing off as much flesh as possible. She also erased Lucius’ existence from the fabric of reality, while leaving her memories intact. Even after the transformation, Cameron had somehow retained his memory of his best friend, creating a new, odd dynamic between the pair once Cynthia had stopped flirting long enough to prove who she was.

“I don’t give a shit. It’s obscene, and people are going to get the wrong impression about the two of us if they see me walking around with you while your tits are hanging out.” He denied, walking away from her at a faster pace. “Were you like this before the curse, or only after?”

“I don’t know, you tell me big boy!” She deflected, running up and jumping on the much taller man from behind. She immediately ran his hand down the front of his pants, feeling the bulge he was trying to hide beneath the surface. “Heh… you don’t seem to mind that much, Cammie~.”

“I told you to stop doing that shit, you fucking brat!” He yelled, shaking her off with little effort as she giggled. “Fucking sex fiend!”

“Aw, you’re so bold to think I actually want to fuck you… as if…” She playfully replied, suddenly trying to act like it was just some kind of joke. “You must be gay or somethin’, getting all worked up over a little bit of teasin’ from your best friend. You must be so pent up~”

Cameron swung around, grabbing Cynthia’s arms and pushing her against the wall. Though internally she worried she had taken things too far yet again, outwardly she had begun breathing more slowly, feeling a heat building up inside of her after being manhandled so easily by Cameron.

“You need to stop this. Now.” Cameron practically begged, not with anger but with a sense of sadness and desperation to his voice. “If you keep teasing me the way you’ve been doing, I refuse to be held responsible for what I’ll do to you. Do you understand?”

Though she suspected her mind was still being influenced by the curse, Cynthia found herself quite… turned-on as he towered over her. She found his strained respect of her boundaries to be… rather sexy and hot, and his height only served to increase the growing warmth inside her.

“Cameron… I don’t think bein’ with you would be… such a bad thing…” She reluctantly admitted, feeling his eyes all over her tits. “Why don’t you show me how you really feel, hm? Maybe give me a… demonstration of what kind of big man you really are~?”

Cameron closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh before picking up Cynthia in both arms and carrying her to the nearest hotel. Once in a room together, he threw her onto the bed and pulled off his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock. Cynthia could only blush and smile, both surprised and pleased with the man in front of her. Walking up behind her, he then pulled on one of her twintails before groping her massive breasts.

“The safeword is ”pineapple”. Can you remember that?” He asked softly as she nodded submissively, beyond turned on as she got on her knees.

Cameron proceeded to ram his cock into Cynthia’s mouth, using her twintails as handlebars. He took out three months of pent-up frustration on her as she moaned loudly, sucking eagerly on his sweat-covered dick. Throwing all inhibitions aside, it didn’t take long before he released a flood of semen down her throat. Though she nearly choked, she managed to swallow it all down while revealing her empty mouth to Cameron.

“Is that the best you’ve got, Cammie?” Cynthia teased once more, smirking. “Come on, I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished~.”

From that point on, Cameron didn’t hold back, spending the next few hours “trying out” all sorts of positions and kinks on the eager woman. He repeatedly came inside of both her front and back doors, but never once did she express anything other than total enthusiasm. She particularly enjoyed having her ass and tits slapped, and even suggested using wax the next time they decided to do it after they were thrown out for making too much noise. The two moved back to Cameron’s apartment, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms. They were truly in love with each other.

What Cynthia didn’t know was that the girl in class had never actually influenced her personality at all. She lied about that part of the curse, getting Cynthia to expose a hidden part of her mind the magical girl had discovered before. Cynthia had done everything of her own free will, the former man abandoning his awful sense of masculinity in exchange for the wild example of unadulterated femininity she had become…