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Story Theme: TG, Revenge, Magical, Lost Bet, Humil

Touchdown Trouble

Sunday, February 5th, 2017

I mindlessly whistled\nto myself as I prepared tonight’s freshly prepared snacks for the big game. I had never\nbeen so nervous in my life and tried to keep my mind off what was to come. I\nwaved my arms around and orchestrated each pot and pan as the food prepared\nitself around me as if by magic.

That was because it\nwas by magic. Two hundred years ago, magical individuals hid in the shadows and\nkept their craft a secret. Influential world leaders employed them in an\nattempt to influence and conquer the region. When rumors of their existence\ngrew, mages couldn’t\nhide their existence anymore.

Once they announced\ntheir existence to the world and reproduced with the general population, the\nnumber of mages grew. Today, in 2017, about 70% of the world’s population were\nmagical users.

Unfortunately, as the\nnumber of magical beings inflated, so did the world’s problems. The\nAncient Order of Archmages sought to end the numerous conflicts by limiting how\nwe used our magic. From that moment forward, mages were able to use trivial\nspells that affected no one in particular, but they could only conjure a spell\nthat involved another human being with that person’s explicit permission. It\nrendered most spells useless except for acts of convenience, such as cooking\nand cleaning.

“Mmm, that smells nice,” I smiled as my beautiful\ngirlfriend stepped into the kitchen and lovingly wrapped her arms around my\nneck. She pressed her unpainted lips against my own and sensually kissed me.

*Crashhh* My eyes\nwidened as I broke the kiss and witnessed a bowl of potato chips lying in\npieces on my kitchen floor. “Now,\nlook what you’ve done!” I exclaimed. Kylie simply giggled. She knew I couldn’t\nhold my concentration when she kissed me like that.

“So, do you still want to go through with our bet\ntonight?” She perched herself up on the kitchen side.

I grinned. “Of course. I can’t\nwait to have you serving my every whim for a week.”

I am an Atlanta\nFalcons fan, and my typically disappointing team had secured the number 2 seed\nafter pulling off an 11-5 record. Two unusually relaxing playoff games later,\nwe made our first Super Bowl in 18 years.

My girlfriend Kylie,\non the other hand, was born in Boston and followed our upcoming opponents: the\ndynastic New England Patriots, led by future Hall of Famer Tom Brady.

Despite our underdog\nstatus, our fantastic playoff results gave me an overinflated confidence, which\nled to Kylie and my drunken bet last weekend.

We had decided that\nfor every touchdown our team scored, we could make a magical change to our\npartner. When the game was over, the winner would return to normal, but the\nloser would be stuck in their new form for a week and forced to serve the\nwinner however they desired.

“Okay. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to back out,”\nshe laughed as she slid off the counter and left the room. I rolled my eyes and\nreturned to preparing our spread for the evening.

❖

“I abide by the rules\nset forth and agreed by the two parties. This agreement is binding and\nnon-negotiable. I understand the risks and make this agreement of my own free\nwill.”

We both spoke in\nunison before a cold shiver ran down my spine. Looking into Kylie’s eyes, I knew she\nfelt the same thing. There was no turning back now; our bet was magically set.

I settled onto the\ncouch. I was wearing my favorite red Matt Ryan jersey with blue denim jeans. My\nbrunette hair was teased in a wavy, spiked style.

As much as I hated to\nadmit it, my blond girlfriend looked great in her Brady Patriots jersey. It hid\na bit too much of her body, but she tied the bottom of the shirt up to reveal a\nglimpse of her navel. Despite lacking in the tits department, she had a great,\nslim body with curves in the right places. She had a cute face with a dainty\nbutton nose and piercing green eyes, although her lips were incredibly thin.\nShe was a lawyer and barely wore any makeup around the house.

We watched through the\nNational Anthem and other pregame activities before the players took to the\nfield. I softly bit my lower lip. I had been confident all week, but now the\ntime had arrived; how were we going to beat Tom Brady? My Falcons had never beaten\nhim in his career. I was stupid to take that bet, I thought to myself.

The game started with\nthe Patriots possessing the ball. Despite our loving 5-year relationship, Kylie\nand I chose to sit at opposite ends of the sofa, the delicious spread of wings,\nmozzarella sticks, nachos, chips, and pizza slices laid out in front of us. I\nhad already sunk two bottles of beer to calm my nerves.

I was the first to\ncelebrate when my team held the Patriots to a three-and-out on their first\ndrive. I leaped off my seat when our star running back, Devonta Freeman, made a\n38-yard run on the first play. My heart was racing. How could I survive four\nhours of this?

However, the drive\nsuddenly stalled, and we punted the ball back to the opposition. The first\nquarter bounced back and forth, and neither of us was able to push the ball far\nenough to score any points, ending the quarter at 0-0.

❖

I found myself biting my fingernails in\nanticipation as the second quarter began. The Patriots were knocking on the\ndoor at our 33-yard line, and Kylie was cheering them on. I never bit my nails\nbefore, but this was no ordinary game. I’d never live this\ndown if we lost, and the bet heightened the stakes even further.

Brady handed the ball\noff to their top running back, LeGarrette Blount, who took it for 3 yards\nbefore he was tackled. My eyes widened with joy as I leaped into the air. I saw\nthe ball pop out of Blount’s\nhands, and our cornerback dived on it, giving us the ball back.

With the ball in our\nhands, our MP quarterback, Matt Ryan, methodically moved it down the field\nuntil we took it all the way to the Pat’s 5-yard line. Ryan gave the ball to our star running\nback, with Freeman taking off towards the corner and launching himself into the\nendzone. I jumped to my feet and raised a fist in the air. We scored the first\ntouchdown of the game.

Kylie had her head in\nher hands. Her entire family was football-mad, and I knew how much she hated to\nwatch her team lose. Still, what was to come would make her situation much\nworse.

My girlfriend sighed. “Come on, bring it on.”\nI knew how much it pained her, but she was being a good sport.

“Hmm,” I contemplated, finishing off my fourth beer. The\nadrenaline was still pumping through me. “That’s a cute jersey, but you should\nwear something more appropriate.”

As I clicked my\nfingers, Kylie raised an eyebrow and felt the jersey and leggings shift around\nher. The grin on my face spread as I witnessed her top shrink and morph into a\ntiny string bikini. I was an honorable man, so I kept the same theme as her top\nand a couple of Patriot logos displayed on each bikini cup. Her leggings had\nsimilarly morphed into tiny g-string bikini bottoms, and 5” stiletto heels\nappeared on her feet.

I absently licked my\nlips, studying her new outfit. Kylie folded her arms. She wasn’t happy with the\nchange, but she knew I could have made it so much worse. I opened another beer\nand continued watching the game.

❖

After we kicked off, the Patriots tried to\nget something started. However, our defense was playing as well as I’d\never seen, and we held our opponents to another three-and-out. Could we keep\nthis up all game?

With the ball back, we\nsliced through the Patriot’s\ndefense. We were inside the red zone in just two plays, including an incredible\nsideline catch from our superstar receiver, Julio Jones.

Two plays later, our\nquarterback threw a pinpoint accurate pass to Austin Hooper into the endzone\nfor our second touchdown of the night. Suddenly, we were beating Tom Brady 14-0\nin the Super Bowl. We scored with barely enough time for me to finish my beer,\nand so I gulped the rest down as I contemplated my next move.

I heard Kylie sigh;\nshe wasn’t expecting this\noutcome. Usually, I hated seeing my beautiful girlfriend angry or upset. Still,\nsomething about the way she looked at me sparked a fire inside me. She had been\nso confident all week but was now at my mercy.

Deciding not to hold\nback, I took things a step further. “That outfit looks great, but you don’t fill it out quite\nas well as you should,” I grinned. I saw Kylie’s eyes widen in horrified\nrealization when I clicked my fingers. Her breasts immediately began to inflate\nand stretch against her New England-styled blue bikini. Her modest cleavage\ngrew larger until her breasts threatened to break the fabric. She now had EE\ncup breasts, full and fake. Just how I liked them.

Kylie’s natural breasts\nwere a B cup, and I had always told her I loved her small tits. I never told\nher about my secret love of plastic surgery and that I fantasized about her\ninflating her tits. I finally saw my dream become a reality, albeit for only a\nweek.

“Seriously?” She squeaked out. “These are gross and\nridiculous.”

“True,” I lied. “But that’s payback for all the times I\nhad to watch Brady lift the Lombardi trophy.” Kylie rolled her eyes and folded\nher arms, frustrated that she couldn’t fold them in a comfortable position with\nher new tits taking up so much of her chest.

I resumed watching the\ngame, but the sight of my busty blond girlfriend made it harder to focus. We\nstill had a long way to go.

❖

With eight minutes left of the half, Tom\nBrady started his team’s next drive. I sat\non the edge of my seat with my girlfriend, her new assets slumped on the\nopposite side of the sofa. I thought this next drive would be crucial. If we\ncould keep New England to a two-score game at halftime, we stood a good chance\ngoing into the second half.

Unfortunately, our\ndefense was called for three holding penalties, extending New England’s drive each time. A\ncouple of well-timed throws brought the ball down to the Falcons’ 23-yard line.\nI had already resigned myself to a Patriots score when Brady threw the ball\ndirectly into our cornerback Robert Alford’s hands, and the defender had\nnothing but green grass in front of him. He ran the ball back 82 yards for a\npick-six touchdown. A bowl of nachos flew across the room as I rose to my feet\nin celebration and accidentally swiped the bowl away with my mind. We had\nscored again, making it 21-0 with two minutes until halftime.

I almost felt sorry\nfor my blond Boston beauty. She was a well-respected lawyer in the City, and\nshe’d almost certainly\nhave to take a week off work when I was done with her. “Any suggestions?” I\nasked her in a mocking tone.

She groaned, glancing\ndown at her abundant cleavage. “Just get it over with.” She knew I would have ignored\nher suggestions anyway.

I nodded and clicked\nmy fingers. My smile grew wider as I stared at her face, specifically her lips.\nHer usually plain, thin lips grew, then grew some more, and then more. They\ninflated past the point of any respectable size. They continued until they became\na pair of meaty lips only an established pornstar would be proud of.

“Whaf haph you done!?” She cried out and placed her hand\nover her mouth. The site of her cute face, accompanied by those obscene lips\nand her mountainous cleavage, was both comical and sexy as hell. “You perf!”\nShe cried out. She wasn’t happy. The lips hindered her ability to speak\ncoherently, and at 21-0 down, she was going to have to put up with them for an\nentire week.

“Calm down,” I smiled. “You agreed to the bet, and it’s\nonly for a week,” I said joyously. I had been enjoying myself and would milk\nthis moment for all it’s worth. She begrudgingly sat beside me, and we watched\nthe rest of the first half silently.

❖

Our defense had played so well this half,\ndespite their penalties on the last drive, that I had hoped they could hold\nBrady and the Pats to a scoreless first half.

However, Brady put\ntogether another drive over the final two minutes. He stormed back into field\ngoal range and attempted a couple of throws toward the endzone. We held firm,\nand New England was forced to kick a successful field goal before the half, giving\nus a halftime lead of 21-3. Kylie glanced over at me. I knew exactly what she\nwas thinking. I laughed and shook my head. “Nu-uh. The agreement was touchdowns only.” She sighed\nand slumped back against the sofa.

After the players\nreturned to the locker room, I outstretched my arms and placed my sixth empty\nbeer bottle on the table. “You\nfancy getting a head start and cleaning up this mess?” I joked.

Kylie clearly wasn’t in the mood for my\nsense of humor. She scowled at me and stormed off towards the bathroom. Perhaps\nI pushed it a little too far. Still, I chuckled to myself as I witnessed her\nadjusting to her new sense of gravity. The increased weight on her chest must\nhave been hell to deal with.

Adrenaline was pumping\nthrough my veins, and I could barely sit still. This was the moment I had been\nwaiting my whole life for. Having my girlfriend unwillingly act out my\nfantasies by transforming into a buxom pornstar and serving my every whim was\njust the cherry on top.

I ignored Lady Gaga's\nhalftime performance. Instead, I picked up my phone and joined my Falcons\nfriends’ group chat\ndiscussion. None of us could believe what we were seeing. I told my friends\nabout the bet with my girlfriend. They asked if they could see a photo of how\nshe looked. I grinned and told them I’d invite them round for drinks later in\nthe week, and they could see for themselves.

I heard the toilet\nflush and put my phone away. I couldn’t hide the grin on my face as I saw my busty, scantily\nclad blond girlfriend slouch back on the couch. “Are you sure you want to watch\nthe rest of this?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “Itph not ofer yetph,”\nshe humiliatingly sputtered with her new oversized lips. I chuckled and turned\nmy attention back to the television. The players were heading back onto the\nfield. I softly bit my lip. Just 30 minutes of football remained.

❖

We started the half with the ball, but the\ndrive immediately fizzled out. Fortunately, our defense held firm and forced\nNew England to punt the ball back to us.

Starting on our\n15-yard line, Matt Ryan threw three perfect passes to place the ball near the\nredzone. Three plays later, our QB ended the drive with a 6-yard touchdown pass\nto Tevin Coleman. I screamed in delight. I couldn’t believe it. We were 28-3 up in the Super Bowl against\nthe heavily favored New England Patriots with a quarter and a half left to\nplay. This was finally our year.

After half a dozen\nbeers and a buxom beauty beside me, I didn’t even think about my next spell. I clicked my fingers\nand watched Kylie’s beautiful pornstar lips turn a bright, glossy shade of red.\nHer eyes were also heavily decorated with red and black, and the rouge blush\nhighlighted her high cheekbones. I had never seen my intelligent girlfriend\nlooking so trashy, and my cock instantly grew. Fortunately, the rest of the\nspell would take care of that.

Kylie gasped and put a\nfinger to her lips. “Whaph\ndid you do?” she cried out. Her lips began to tingle incessantly.

I grinned. “Just a little\nsomething to keep you motivated throughout the week.” I had transformed her\nlips into a needy orifice that needed to wrap around something, and I had just\nthe thing. I unzipped my denim jeans and fished out my rock-hard 7” member. “This\nwill help.”

My blond girlfriend\nshuddered. She knew exactly what I’d done. Rather than screaming at me as I had expected,\nthe need was too much for her to bear, and she reluctantly dropped to her knees\nand wrapped her plush, bright red lips around my cock. I could get used to this\nlife, I thought.

I softly bit my lip as\nKylie obediently and hungrily sucked my cock. This was a rare occurrence. She\nwasn’t a prude by any\nmeans but believed that pleasure should be mutual during sex, so she often\nrefused to suck my cock. I’d ensure she kept her mouth full all week when this\ngame was over.

I enjoyed my\ngirlfriend’s head bobbing on my\ncock as Tom Brady started his next drive. The Patriots quarterback managed to\nget out of trouble on numerous occasions, including a 17-yard pass on fourth\ndown and an uncharacteristic 15-yard QB scramble on 3rd-and-8. We couldn’t put\nthat final nail in the coffin, and the offense made their way down the field\nbefore scoring a 6-yard touchdown. The score was narrowed to 28-9.

My girlfriend still\nhad my cock in her mouth when she immediately clicked her fingers. She hadn’t seen any of the\naction, but the commentary and my reaction to the score told her it was her\nturn for a small measure of payback, and she didn’t hold back.

The moment Kylie\nclicked her fingers, I no longer felt her mouth over my penis. In fact, I\ncouldn’t feel my cock at\nall. Peering down at my crotch, my eyes widened as a tidy, hairless slit had\nreplaced my proud member. The bitch had given me a pussy.

“What the hell?!” I exclaimed, my voice cracking slightly\nafter the loss of my balls. My girlfriend grinned up at me. It was comedic\nwatching her smile with her obscene painted lips, but the loss of my cock took\naway from the moment. She sat back on the sofa. Her lips still tingled, but her\nsmug temporary revenge was enough to quell the need.

“You might want to be nice to me,” I told her. “I can do\nwhat I like with you for an entire week.” It was a threat, but Kylie took it in\nher stride and shrugged. I couldn’t wait for our next touchdown.

❖

With time running out, the Patriots\nattempted an onside kick. However, I celebrated when we recovered the ball.\nTheir kicker also committed a penalty, giving us perfect field position to\nstrike back.

Despite starting on\nthe New England 41-yard line and hitting a 9-yard pass on first down, we\nsomehow managed to mess up the drive. After a holding penalty and a sack, we\nwere forced to give the ball back to Brady without scoring any points. The\nthird quarter came to a close as we punted the ball back to the Patriots.

I nervously watched\nTom Brady guide the ball down the field. In the first half, stopping him\nappeared effortless, but as the minutes ticked away, the game seemed to slow\ndown, and they were soon knocking on the door at our 7-yard line.

Fortunately, our\ndefense woke up, and two consecutive sacks from our stud defensive tackle\nforced New England to kick a field goal. They narrowed the deficit to a\ntwo-score game, but with less than 10 minutes to go, I still felt pretty\nconfident. We needed one more mammoth drive to put the game to bed.

I glanced over at my\ntransformed bikini-clad girlfriend and found her distracted with her lips\nwrapped around the straw of her homemade cocktail. I grinned to myself and\nwondered how long it would be before she magically materialized a big plastic\nvibrator to suck on.

I couldn’t stop staring at the\nclock as each second felt like an eternity to tick down. My nerves weren’t\nhelped when Matt Ryan was sacked on the third play of the drive, losing the\nball in the process and giving it back to the Patriots with eight minutes left\nto play.

I heard Kylie scream\nin delight once the decision went her way. For the first time in a long time, I\nactually contemplated whether I could lose this bet. Watching the torture\nbefore, I cheered as Brady was sacked, only to see him throw an 11-yard pass for\na first down on the next play.

With a little under\nsix minutes remaining, Brady threw a touchdown pass to Amendola to condemn me\nto my second transformation. A two-point conversion brought the game down to a\none-score game.

Kylie’s confidence grew. I\nshook my head wildly, but she wasn’t going to give up her opportunity for\nrevenge. I closed my eyes as she clicked her fingers. I didn’t want to witness\nwhat she had in mind after she chopped off my poor cock. Within moments, I knew\nexactly what she’d done.

I opened my eyes and\nstared down at my red Falcons jersey. My previously flat chest pushed forward\nas two mounds sat high and huge in position. I couldn’t see my body below\nthem, and they were massive on my torso. The breasts I had given Kylie were\nhuge, but I was sure mine were even bigger. That assumption was confirmed when\nmy girlfriend opened her inviting mouth.

“If you like phig phoophies tho much, you can haph thome\nF cupf,” she mumbled. I was horrified. My team was on the verge of the greatest\ncollapse in NFL history, and I now sat with huge fake bimbo tits and a pussy. I\ndesperately needed the Falcons to stop the rut and see this game out.

❖

“Yes!!!” I screamed\nout and jumped out of my seat. The new weight of my massive bosom prompted me\nto stumble forward, and I almost crashed into the snack-filled table before me.\nKylie giggled, but I didn’t care. Matt Ryan had thrown a short pass to Freeman,\nand our running back carried it all the way to midfield. With five minutes left\non the clock, we just needed a score to seal it.

On the very next play,\nRyan escaped pressure and threw the ball to the sidelines. Our star receiver,\nJones, somehow managed to catch the ball and get both feet in bounds before\ntumbling to the ground at the New England 23-yard line.

My elation turned to\ndespair when Ryan was sacked on the 35-yard line, moving my team to the edge of\nfield goal range. A holding penalty on the next play moved us back ten yards,\nand we had somehow turned guaranteed points into a punt. New England had the\nball with three and a half minutes left.

My girlfriend was on\nthe edge of her seat. We had stopped talking to each other at this point. Too\nmuch was at stake. After two incompletions, I was ready to celebrate. But Tom\nBrady had become a machine and fired a first-down ball to his receiver.

On the Patriots’ 36-yard line, Brady\nthrew a dangerous pass that was tipped by our cornerback. I rose to my feet as\nI anticipated a game-ending interception when Edelman, the Patriots’ receiver,\nsomehow came away with the ball. The referees ruled it a catch, and the replay\nconfirmed that he incredibly kept the ball off the ground as he caught it. I\nknew I was in trouble at that moment, and I began to panic.

It didn’t take long for the\nPatriots to move the ball to the Falcons’ one-yard line, and with a minute left\nof the game, they scored another touchdown. I held out hope for the failed\ntwo-point conversion, but Amendola ran in to tie the game. Somehow, we had gone\nfrom a 99.8% chance of victory to a tied game.

I stood up, my vast\nfake tits barely wobbling as I did. “Uhmm, perhaps we should renegotiate the bet,” I\nsuggested. I swallowed hard when I saw my transformed girlfriend click her\nfingers.

Kylies inflated lips\ncontort into a smile, and I find my own start to tingle. “You didn’t…” I\ncomplain. However, the transformation was much worse than that. As my lips\nbegan expanding, my entire body was covered in pins and needles, molding and\nreshaping before my girlfriend’s eyes. My waist shrunk, my ass expanded, my\nmuscle mass depleted. My entire face reconfigured itself, with my blue eyes\nwidening and my crooked nose shrinking to a tiny, cute button nose. My ears\nshrank, and my jawline softened. My cheekbones rose, and my proud brunette\nbeard completely disappeared, as did the remainder of my body hair. I felt a\ntingle along my neck and noticed my hair begin to length before turning a\nshocking red.

My lips were the last\nto stop itching, and a plump pair of bimbo lips sat on my face, almost as large\nas the set I had given Kylie. I ran to the hallway mirror, holding my jeans up\nas my thinner waist failed to support them. I gasped in horror at what I saw. “How?” I asked. “This\nis like 5 transformations in one.”

Kylie giggled. “It’s not,” she said. “It’s\na simple feminization spell. I used your mind to describe your fantasy woman\nand transformed you into it. You never told me your fantasy woman looked so…\nstupid?” I couldn’t take my eyes off my new form. My girlfriend turned her\nattention back to the game. “Ohh, look. It’s gone to overtime.” I was screwed.

❖

I begrudgingly returned to the sofa to\nwatch overtime. Every inch of my body felt alien to me. I knew I would\ntransform back if my team could just score a touchdown, but something told me\nthe result had already been decided. My gut wrenched when New England won the\ntoss and opted to receive the ball first.

One solitary touchdown\nwas all that was needed to confirm my hell for the next seven days, and Brady\ndidn’t waste time throwing\nthe ball to midfield. I became more nervous with each play and felt my\ngirlfriend’s excitement grow. Only two and a half minutes had expired before\nthe Patriots were in field goal range. However, they weren’t looking for a\nfield goal.

I rubbed my\ndenim-clad, hairless legs anxiously. I looked ridiculous in my overgrown\noutfit. The jersey was incredibly tight in the chest but covered my super slim\nwaist. My jeans rode along my hips, showing off the very top of my ass crack.

I cried out at each\npainful catch, my new feminine voice matching the feminine, bimbo body I\npossessed. I was defenseless, and it wasn’t long before the Patriots had a first down on our\ntwo-yard line. James White received the ball two plays later, ran through three\ndefenders and dived for the endzone. After the sideline judge raised his arms\nin the air to signal a touchdown, I shuddered. My worst nightmare had become a\nreality. My team had taken me to the verge of utopia before sending me to hell.

“This is bullshit!” I stood up. My girlfriend had been\nbusy celebrating her unlikely win, and I trudged off toward the kitchen. I wasn’t\ngoing to stay for this.

“Huh, where do you think you’re going?” Kylie noticed my\nescape attempt. “That’s a touchdown. We have one more transformation to go.”

“Seriously?” I turned to face her. She looked incredibly\ngorgeous in her tiny bikini and enhanced features. I couldn’t believe they\nwould soon return to normal. “What more can you change?”

Kylie grinned. “Well, you haff a\ngreatph body,” she studied my figure. “But you’re covering too much. Let’s see\nwhat you’ll wear for the next seven days.” I shook my new bright red-haired\nhead as Kylie clicked her fingers.

I shuddered as my\nprized jersey reshaped itself. The color lightened until it became a plain,\nbrilliant white shade. My top shrank, exposing more of my wasp-thin waist. My\nhuge F-cup tits became more pronounced, the neckline shrinking until the top\nbecame blue and white, stomach exposing maid’s crop top. The sleeves ruffled and flared in a feminine\nstyle. My jeans had gone the same way, transforming into a pair of white\ng-string panties with a ruffled maids apron across the front. The outfit was\nridiculous.

Adding to the\nhumiliation, a maid cap fixed itself over my loose red locks, with the New\nEngland Patriots logo emblazoned across the front. 6” white stiletto heels\nconformed to my feet, forcing my heels up in a painful, uncomfortable position.

I shook my head. “No way,” I squeaked. “I’m\nnot wearing this all week!”

Kylie smiled and\napproached me. “Ohh,\nyour ouphit iphn’t done yet.”

I raised an eyebrow\nbefore crying out in pain. I felt a sharp prick against my navel before another\nin each of my newly enlarged nipples. Finally, I squealed out and felt a\npainful twitch in my new clit. I needed to bend down to look past my huge tits\nand witness the shiny silver piercing in my belly button. I knew that similar\npiercings were attached to my nipples and clit.

Before I could\ncomplain, leather cuffs materialized just above my elbows. They connected with\na short chain, restricting my arm movements and forcing me to display my chest\nproudly. Similar cuffs wrapped around my ankles and connected with another\nshort chain. A thick white leather collar wrapped around my neck. The collar\nwas stiff, making it almost impossible to stare down without bending my body\nforward.

“What is all this cra-mpphh!!” I almost choked as a\nlarge, bright red ball appeared in my mouth. As I complained incoherently, the\nball grew even wider, forcing my pornstar lips to part wider.

Kylie bit her lower\nlip and clicked her fingers, materializing a handheld mirror in her left hand.\nShe lifted the mirror in my face, and my eyes widened in humiliated defeat. I\nwas wearing a giant red ball gag. However, the humiliation compounded when I saw\nthe words written on the front of the gag. In big white block font, Kylie had\ncreated a gag with the words ‘ATLANTA SUCKS’ scrawled across it. I couldn’t argue with\nher about that.

My heart sank further\nwhen Kylie’s lips and tits began\nto shrink and return to their original size. The Patriots had just lifted the\nVince Lombardi trophy and sealed my fate. I bit against the gag, watching my\ngirlfriend’s sexy bikini modify back into her original jersey.

“So, what to do with you first?” Kylie pondered.

“Mmpphhh!” I grumbled defiantly and began tottering off\nin my 5” heels.

“First, how about you clean up this mess for me like a\ngood little maid?”

I shuddered when her\ncommand assaulted my ears. I tried to fight the compulsion, but I knew all too\nwell how we worded the bet. I would have to do whatever she asked for the next\nseven days. If I refused, my body would do it for me. Eventually, I lost the\nfight, and my body turned around. I reluctantly got to work on cleaning up our\nmess. I glared at her as I picked up my beer bottles. I seriously hated\nfootball.

❖

Six Days Later

“Thanks for coming, Sarah,” my girlfriend greeted another\none of her friends as the party kicked into gear. She was celebrating a\npromotion at work and invited her colleagues to her house for a little\nget-together.

As Kylie was\ncelebrating a promotion, I had taken a week of emergency vacation leave. I’d spent the last week\ntending to Kylie’s every need, from foot massages to cooking her meals and\npleasuring her with my tongue. Most of the menial tasks she gave me could have\nbeen quickly completed with magic, but she refused to allow me to access my\nmana.

“No problem. I couldn’t miss this,” the blond Sarah\nsmirked, staring at me. “I love what you did with her.”

I groaned and bit\nagainst the jaw-breaking gag. I couldn’t wait for all this to end.

“Kylie,” my girlfriend’s new boss, Todd, seemed to take a\nparticular interest in me. “You have great taste. She looks delicious.” His\nwords were spoken with malice and made me feel incredibly filthy.

Kylie giggled. “It’s not my taste,”\nKylie explained. “Apparently, this is Chris’ dream woman. It’s funny; he always\ntold me I was his fantasy woman.” The small group laughed. I blushed, closed my\neyes, and took a deep breath; I only needed to hold on for 24 hours.

I took my mind away\nfrom their conversation by clearing the empty bottles from the dining table.\nThe short chain connected to my ankle cuffs severely restricted my movements,\nforcing me to take small, dainty steps.

With a tray full of\nempty glasses and bottles, I tottered back towards the kitchen. As I emptied my\ntray, I overheard Todd chatting with Kylie.

“She looks perfect,” Todd continued. “What would it take\nto get her in the bedroom for an hour?”

My eyes widened. “Mpphhh!” I called\nout, although no one heard or cared.

Kylie giggled. “Ohh, Todd. I couldn’t\ndo that.” I sighed in relief. “However, Chris did force me to suck his cock\nwhen he knows how I feel about them. Perhaps this would make us even.” I gasped\nand attempted to rush towards the pair, but the short metal chain interfered,\nand I fell against the kitchen counter. I carefully tottered towards them, but\nI was too slow. “Give me an extra two weeks of paid vacation leave a year, and\nyou have a deal.”

Todd laughed and\nstared at me as I approached them. He licked his lips predatorily. “Deal.” Those words\ncut through me.

The well-dressed man\napproached me and placed his hands on my abundant cleavage. “Chris,” Kylie\naddressed me. “Follow Todd to the bathroom and obey his commands for the next\nhour.” She instructed me. I tried to plead with her eyes, but Todd turned me\naround and led me towards the bedroom.

“Ohh, Todd,” Kylie called out. I sighed. Was this an\nelaborate prank? “Be careful. If you cum inside her, the transformation becomes\npermanent.”

“Murpphh!!” I yelled out helplessly through the painful\nwide gag. Todd chuckled and resumed leading me towards our bedroom, with my\nfate in his hands. I hate football.

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