Night Of The Horny Femboy

She had left her mark on me and was this my curse, or was this my blessing?

I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed, despite the lack of sleep I'd had. I immediately turned to check the mirror and noticed I was back to normal. I sighed a breath of relief. This was all kinds of messed up, but at least no one knew about it. I didn't feel like explaining to Steve that I was turning into a fat-assed, horny femboy every night, or that I had to shove a beer bottle up my ass to calm myself down. I spent a long time staring into the bathroom mirror, my reflection looking back at me, it looked worried. I was feeling like crap and didn't want to go into work, but dragged myself there anyway.

I opened the store and got things set up for the day, sitting down at my desk. I spaced out for a while and stared out the window, absorbed in my own thoughts. What if this never ended? What if I couldn't stop this from happening?

"...Are you listening to me?" a voice said.

"Huh?" I looked up and saw Steve, looking pretty tired.

"You okay man? You've not said anything for hours." I looked up at the clock and it was nearly closing time.

"I'm all kinds of messed up right now Steve." Steve looked vaguely concerned, he wasn't used to me being quiet, I guess.

"...Well if you need to talk or anything... we're literally sitting here all day together." he awkwardly explained.

I got his hint, but I wasn't about to explain any of what I was going through at home to him. I just nodded and watched as he picked up his things and walked out the door. It was time to lock up, which I had totally slipped my mind, would I see them again? I started to panic, I should have asked Steve to stay a bit longer, even if I looked like a fucking wimp, would have been better for someone else to witness that I was being stalked.

It was still raining, it had been continuously raining all week. I locked the shop door, clenching my teeth and tightening my fist, I slowly turned around to see the empty street behind me. Nothing. I sighed in relief, maybe things were easing up. Starting my walk home in the downpour, the pounding of the rain was amplified by my rain coat. I couldn't help check behind me, and every odd shape in my peripheral vision just in case it was the figure. But nothing came. I dragged myself into my apartment building and started up the stairs when I felt a familiar feeling.

Pleasure started rushing through me, just like the night before. What?! This was way too early! I fell to my knees in the hallway, covering my mouth with my hands to stop my neighbours from hearing my moaning. Falling to the floor, I crawled about as the transformation took place again, under my bulky rain coat my body altered itself like it had the night before. When it was over I got up and looked around, it didn't seem like anyone had heard me. I tried to sneak down the corridor in my femboy form, hoping no one would stop me, but halfway down the corridor a door opened.

"Oh, hey, are you Markie?" a voice asked. I froze in place and turned around to see a tall man in a bath towel, standing in his doorway. He had silver hair, but wasn't old, his bright blue eyes pierced my very being. I was about to disagree when I was overcome with the same horniness I'd had before. No, no I shouldn't, this is wrong, what am I doing?

"There's no need to be shy, I know these things are awkward. You're a little different looking than your profile, but a cutie all the same." he said in a comforting voice, I was struggling, my little dick was getting hard under my rain coat. This is fucked up, I don't like guys! I don't want this! I was about to open my mouth and say something, but all that came out was a girlish moan.

"Come on in, I've set some clothes out for you." he explained, pushing the door further open. This is wrong! No! But I was too horny to say no, whatever he was offering, I needed it. I followed him into his room.

"Sorry, I invited you over all of a sudden, I thought you'd ghosted me, didn't know you would actually show." His words sort of glided past me as I focused my attention on the bulge under the towel, I wasn't gay but oh my god I wanted it, anything in my ass to ease this frustration! He noticed where my attention was going and walked up to me.

"Clothes are on the bed sweetie, put them on and I'll drop the towel." He winked, pointing at the bed.

I struggled to take my eyes off of his towel and saw lingerie laying on the bed. What? Surely he didn't want me to wear girls clothes? I looked back at him hesitantly but he nodded firmly. I didn't want to do this, but I needed to get fucked. My little dick was throbbing and I had this almighty feeling of emptiness inside, an insatiable desire to be penetrated. I started heavy breathing and my vision was getting hazy. I ripped my rain coat off and my ill-fitting work clothes and grabbed the lingerie, putting it on. My host watched as fought my hard on to get the pink lace panties on, my dick was small but these undies were smaller. After getting all of the tight lingerie on, I turned around in primal lust and bent over, presenting my ass to him. I was out of my mind horny, I couldn't take this any longer. I needed to be filled.

I heard a towel drop to the floor and the sound of a bottle bring opened.

"Mmmm, you look so fucking hot Markie, your ass is even fatter than on your profile and this lingerie is just so... mmm." I wasn't listening, I pulled my cheeks apart and let out a longing moan.

I felt the tip of his lubricated cock touch my hole, I wiggled about trying to push myself onto him. He smacked my ass hard and gripped my hips, easing into me. I felt instantly relieved to be filled with something, but I needed to cum. His dick seemed to keep on going deeper and deeper into me, until he finally slapped his groin against my ass. In the back of my mind I felt uncomfortable by what was happening, but the small voice was silenced as he pulled back and thrust in, fucking my ass like a giant piston. I moaned in ecstasy, biting my lip as his cock fucked me. He grabbed my hair and smacked my ass, the kind of things I'd always wanted to do to girls myself, he fucked me like a little bitch, and I loved it. I was so close to cumming, I could hear him breathing heavier too. I let out a squeal as he pounded my fat little ass and pushed me over the edge. I felt him grab my hips and pull me down onto him as he unloaded into me. We moaned in unison and I lunged forward, pulling myself off his dick.

"Holy shit Markie, what an ass you have!" he gave my ass a playful slap. I was returning to my senses now, I looked down and realised I was wearing lingerie, in a strangers house. I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the huge, wet cock that just fucked me. I freaked out, picking up my things hastily.

My host looked a little disappointed, watching me try to remove my lingerie.

"You can keep the clothes, babe." Great, I don't want them, but I can just throw the rain coat over the top and get out of here faster.

I picked up my things and left his place. I was stressing out, what had I just done?

I opened the door to my apartment and locked it behind me. It was 9pm. Why did I change so early? What the fuck have I done? I just fucked a total stranger, I couldn't stop myself either! I removed my raincoat to reveal the velvety pink lingerie I had on underneath. Jesus Christ what the fuck am I wearing? I pulled the lingerie off myself and crawled into bed. Rain tapped against the window as I sat on my bed, looking at my girly naked body. I rubbed my little hands over myself and felt feminine and weak.

"This is you now." said a deep voice from the darkness.

I immediately shuddered, pulling the covers up and scanning the dark corners of my room.

"Who's there?!" I shouted.

"You have been cursed, you have spurned the rights of one of us and they have decided you must change." the voice explained, menacingly.

"How do I stop this?" I asked, meekly. In the far left corner of the room, the blackness grew darker, until it started spreading outwards, consuming the light from the rest of the room until I was enveloped in pure darkness, blindly staring out into a void of nothingness.

"There is no way back from where you are." The voice said, it's tone surrounding me, like it was in my mind.

I was terrified, blindly, I tried to crawl to the end of my bed but instead of falling off, it continued, until the mattress gave way to cold stone. I reached out on all fours until an invisible hand grabbed my limbs and held me down on the stone surface I'd crawled onto. I wriggled my hands and legs but it was futile. I yelled out at the darkness, but I was silenced by the sudden lighting of a torch. The girl from the comic book store stood before me in a long black dress and started lighting sconces that circled the area, one by one. I could see people watching from the edges of the darkness, lots of them. I tried again to break free but I was way too weak to escape the forces that held me down. Eventually she illuminated the entire area, 40 or so people watched from what looked like the inside of a cave, they looked like they were in a trance. They were chanting in words I didn't understand.

A selection of figures in cloaks stepped forwards from the crowd and formed a semi circle around me. One by one they slowly lifted their dresses, some revealing small to average sized dicks and some revealing pussies, all of them started toying with their respected parts and I found myself getting aroused again. Thoughts of fear faded away as my sexual arousal took over. Behind me a pair of hands grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I turned to see who was behind me, but they were hooded and it was too dark to see anything.

I felt a finger probe my hole and couldn't help but let out a moan as the finger slid in and out of me. The girls in front of me laughed as they approached slowly, letting out moans of their own. I felt the hooded figure withdraw his finger and soon something far thicker was pressed to my hole, I didn't have to guess what it was. I wriggled, trying to resist, but my unearthly bounds gripped tighter, forcing me into position. I was filled yet again with the overwhelming desire to be filled. I couldn't stop, my mind became hazy and I stopped resisting as the large cock was thrust into me. I whimpered as it was fed into my hungry ass, the girls now stood feet around me, my vision blocked out by various sexual organs being pleased as my ass was being penetrated. I moaned loudly, unable to hold it back, I knew I shouldn't like this, but I did. My body betrayed me as I was filled with gushing pleasure. The girls surrounding me let out pleasured moans of their own as the other's chanted loudly, my own moans drowned out by the cacophony of other voices chanting menacingly and moaning in sexual euphoria.

Suddenly I was lifted into the air, my arms and legs stretched out wide as I was being fucked, the cave roof cracked open revealing the stars, which swirled around as I reached a climax...

I woke up in bed, freaked out. Oh my god... it was just a dream, I must have drifted off last night. It took me several minutes to get over that, it was the most realistic dream I'd ever had. After recovering, I looked in the bedside mirror to see I'd not changed back. Oh god no. Why haven't i changed back?! I climbed out of bed and rushed up to the mirror. It was daytime! I should have changed back! What?! I panicked, I didn't want anyone to see me like this! I paused for a second, then realised it was Saturday. Okay, I have to stop this, I can't live like this. I need to confront whoever was doing this directly.

I didn't know where to begin though, besides going out to the woods, where do you go looking for witches? I didn't feel like trying to follow the mysterious figure that kept on appearing outside work either. After a while I decided to check out some local campsites and see where it lead me.

I put on my best fitting clothes and my rain coat over the top. I didn't really want anyone to see me, not that anyone would recognise me, I looked totally different, but I didn't want to explain to anyone who I was.

I packed a few things into my backpack before heading off into the woods. The area around our little town was densely packed wilderness, if you weren't following a trail or a road, you'd get lost in no time. I arrived at the first campsite pretty early in the day and scouted around but there wasn't much to see, an abandoned campfire and some beer bottles that I'd struggle to look at the same way again. This was still pretty close to town though, there was no way a bunch of witches would just be hiding just outside of town. I proceeded down the trail and further into the woods.

An hour passed and I couldn't hear the sound of civilisation any more, the deafening silence of the forest was starting to creep me out. I couldn't hear birds or anything. Just the wind rustling the trees. I didn't like it.

I arrived at the second campsite and it looked just like the first. I sighed, looking around for trails or any sign that anyone had gone further into the woods. After poking around for another 10 or so minutes I found a trail behind a bramble bush, and ended up following it. The forest seemed to keep on getting darker as I pushed further into it, the light changed from a radiant yellow to a warm orange and then a dim grey. As I kept going, the trees seemed more gnarled and unnatural, the canopy above me seemed to seal up as the sky was blocked out by leaves. It was pretty dark now, and I was hesitant to keep going.

I noticed the open maw of a cave that was so dark the light couldn't pierce it, and so foreboding that it filled me instantly with dread. I stood at the opening, gathering the courage to continue, eventually I pushed myself to approach it, when a cold gust of air and the ghostly sound of moaning reverberated from inside. I felt like someone walked over my grave. This was all the confirmation I needed, someone was in there... or something. I didn't really want to go inside and find out what kind of fucked-up shit was going on in there, but I was out of options. I pulled out my flash light and headed into the cave.

The cave opening was plastered with graffiti and beer cans that decreased in number the further into the cave I went. I carried on for what felt like an eternity, shuffling through the darkness. The paths winded on in different directions with most being dead ends and some of them shrinking to the point of being impassable, but suddenly something caught my eye. A light was coming from one of the paths. This must be it.

I crept up to it and peeked around the corner to see a clearing, filled with candles and a... mirror? No, it was the frame of a mirror, the mirror was missing. Written above it were the ominous words "You can never go back" which I read out in my head in the same voice from my dream last night. I walked into the clearing, surrounded by candle light and looked into the frame. There was nothing, for the first few seconds, then as I looked harder I saw a series of ghostly faces appear in the frame. Startled, I took a few steps backwards and felt myself bump into something soft. I turned around and in front of me, was the girl from the comic book store.

"So, you made it. You make a cute little femboy." she said, slowly. Her face the picture of apathy.

"W-what did you do to me?!" I stuttered, my legs shaking.

"What? You thought hurting me with the things you said wasn't going to have any consequences?"

"Not like this!" I yelled, pulling back my rain coat and revealing my small frame underneath.

"You're adorable, but a brat. I don't like brats." she said, her stern cracking a half-smile at the edges.

I looked down and was overcome with arousal, my little dick was pushing hard against my boxers.

"What?! No!" I yelled in defiance, pulling my rain coat over me.

"I don't think you understand, when I say you fuck, you fuck. We're going to fuck your bad behaviour out of you." she said, lifting her skirt and presenting me with her soft, unshaven girl dick.

I stared at it, hypnotised. I suddenly felt the urge to have it in my mouth, I felt like I needed something in my mouth, I wanted it. I couldn't resist the burning desire to have something in my mouth. I tried to cover my mouth with my hands, but her powerful gaze made me give in, dropping my defences and opening my mouth.

"Good boy." she said as I leaned forwards, pushing my face into her crotch, her soft dick growing harder to the touch of my face.

I took her into my mouth as she hardened, sliding my tongue along the underside of her shaft, bobbing my lips up and down on her cock. My mind was blank, I was being told this was what I wanted and it felt good to do it.

"Mmmm. You're so obedient, we need more thrall's like you." she parted her legs more, allowing me to get my face further onto her.

I continued to pleasure her, sucking her girl dick with passion. I felt a vague feeling of distress and disgust, some part of me didn't want this, but I knew I had to, it was the right thing to do. My desires started to change as I felt the need to be penetrated again, I let go of her hardened dick and undid my jeans, dropping my boxers and presenting myself to her. She smiled and got down to mount me, pushing into me with ease, I looked up into the mirror frame and saw a group of people looking back. I tilted my head down and saw I was being fucked in a circle of candles. A familiar chanting started as the figures from the mirror frame walked out and surrounded us. The voice of distress was getting louder and I felt I should listen, but she was inside me, fulfilling my need to be filled.

The chanting grew louder and I was sprinkled in liquids from small vials my onlookers produced, I could hear her getting close, her breath rapidly increasing in speed as she fucked me harder. Suddenly she came and the chanting turned into cheering as she came inside me, planting me with her seed. My vision blurred and I let out a weak moan as I fell forwards. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I looked up, they were gone. All of them. I was alone, in the dark, even the candles had been extinguished. My sanity returned, I had to leave. Now.

As I raced through the woods, I thought I heard the sound of laughing behind me. A few minutes of sprinting and I'd made it back to the first campsite and power walked my way back to the street. I planted myself down on a bench to catch my breath, it was getting dark out and it had started to rain. What the fuck did I just do, what just happened? I had no control over what I did there at all. This wasn't mindless arousal, I was being manipulated! Suddenly, I noticed I was being spoken to by a bus driver. I looked up and realised I was sitting at a bus stop.

"Oh no, sorry, I'm not getting on the bus." I explained, still a little out of breath.

"I've been calling you for a few seconds, are you alright miss?" asked the bus driver.

"... I'm a sir." I replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry... sir, you just look so... uh, what I mean is..." he stumbled with his words, was my gender that fucking hard to get right?

"I just look what?" I asked, angrily.

"Nothing, miss, I mean sir." he briefly replied, closing the doors and driving off.

Asshole. I looked down at myself, how could he not tell I was a guy? I thought back to the comic book store incident, and felt kind of bad. Was this how I made her feel? Steve was right, I was a dickhead, I felt awful. The rain pattered down on my face, so much had happened lately, I'd forgotten how I'd gotten into this mess to begin with. I sighed and decided not to hang around any longer.

When I got home I locked the door and sat down in my living room chair and stared out the window as the sun set. I was so scared. Of myself, of that girl, the darkness, sleeping... There didn't seem to be anywhere safe. Why did I think going to the cave would help? I'm a fucking idiot. This was all because I called her the wrong thing at the comic book store. I set in motion a series of events that I couldn't escape from. She called me a thrall, is that what I am now?