Cursed Bordello; Twisted Fantasy



Bill squirms and writhes as, piece by piece  his body transforms into a vision of exaggerated female sexuality. 

Full breasts swell on his chest. 

Long hair tumbles to his waist. 

Smooth tanned skin stretches tight over the kind of porn star body he's always dreamed of bedding. 

He opens his mouth to scream for help but instead an obscene moan escapes his plump lips.  It's this place, he understands in a flash of insight. He'd come here hoping to live out his fantasies and now it it was twisting them, turning him into the object of his own lust.

He moans again as unwanted carnal knowledge forces itself into his mind. The memories of dozens of women crash into him. Not just women, he suddenly knows, whores, the former residents of this room. His male ego crumbles as he experiences satisfying the desires of uncountable numbers of men. Giving and receiving pleasure he could never have imagined. Overwhelming the last of his resistance in a tidal wave of debauchery.

From that moment there is no possibility of escape for Bill. The cursed bordello has claimed it's latest victim, who know when or even if it will ever release her.

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