Kinktober 2021: Day 29. Collared



At first I felt terrible about this. 

The cursed collar was meant for my cheating ex. Imagine my horror when I came home to find my best friend and roommate Brad playing with it. 

I tried to warn him but Brad was his usual stubborn self refusing to even consider the idea the collar might really be magical

Before I could stop him he'd fastened the pink leather collar around his own neck to "prove what a sucker I'd been" paying so much for a cheap novelty. I could only watch fascinated and appalled as his body transformed. 

Huge balloon like breasts burst from his chest. His lips puffed up like two pink pillows and brassy blonde hair flowed past his shoulders almost to his curvaceous new ass.

His cries of shock and fear melted into sultry moans as the changes ran their course. Once she began crawling towards me, giggling and begging for my cock I knew there was no way to save my friend. Brad was gone, trapped forever inside this new person that insisted I call her Brandi.

By the time Brandi's soft lips closed around my cock the guilt and shame had already started to fade. I wasn't going to blame myself for Brad's stupidity. And the collar had been pretty expensive, surely he owed me for that at least?

After I'd cum in the new girl's delighted face I shook off that last bit of doubt. Sad as Brad's fate might be there was nothing I could do about it now. I grinned down at Brandi deciding that she'd probably make a better fuck-pet than he had been a friend anyway. 

Comments

  1. It was met for someone else, call it a accident, fate maybe, karma not likely. He was turned to a near brainless bimbo sex toy, pet. That now he can be nothing else. Than that

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