Scarlett
By Mandy Galileo and Scarlett Paige
This twist of a story was inspired by, based on one by, and with the permission of, The Sympathetic Devil
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Rachel hit pause on the movie she was watching, "Pretty Woman", when she heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door to find a wild-eyed man with long hair past his shoulders and a braided beard. "Yes?" She said with an askanced look.
"You don't recognize me, do you Coach Scarlett," the hirsute man said.
"Well, no, but since you're calling me Coach Scarlett I assume I knew you in high school?"
The man on her doorstep nodded solemnly as if it was of deep significance.
"Got it in one, Coach!" he said. "I'm Nelson Peabody! I was just a scrawny nerd in your gym class back then, but now I'm a powerful wizard."
Rachel blinked and tried her best not to laugh. This guy, whom she still couldn't remember, was still a scrawny nerd, who couldn't have been more than 5 foot 8 or 9, and couldn't have weighed more than 140 pounds with full pockets. At an even 6 feet tall and 170 pounds herself, Rachel was pretty certain she could snap him like a twig if she really needed to. Nelson was in luck, though, because Rachel wasn't too eager to find out how well blood washed off her porch. Plus, while she knew she'd be within her rights, she knew all too well how an interview at the police station could really ruin your night.
"Well, good for you, congratulations." She said as politely as she could muster as she started closing the door on Nelson.
Her former student raised his right arm and pointed a gnarled wooden wand at her and said, "Arms akimbo, you are a bimbo."
Just like that, Rachel let go of the door, planted her balled fists on her hips, and said, "Arms akimbo, I am a bimbo."
Everything sparkled pink for a second. Nelson had suddenly grown taller.
"Hey, like, what did you do?" She demanded.
But her voice, always a source of insecurity for her since it was so noticeably deep... Somehow It was higher.... More feminine, breathier, sounding more like liquid sex...
Rachel looked down in dawning horror.
She had tits. Not her small, barely B-cup breasts, but huge heaving, full and round tits. They must have been DD's, at least! Past her now mountainous chest, she found she was now somehow dressed in lacy pink lingerie, not the casual and admittedly frumpy pajama bottom t-shirt combo she had on just moments ago. Her once ruddy hair was now bright and golden blonde, long and with perfect waves.
And she had HUGE tits! Were they growing right before her eyes? Rachel couldn't be certain, but then she couldn't exactly be certain of anything in this moment of pink hazed metamorphosis.
She reached down with a trembling hand to her crotch and found a smooth pussy, entirely shaved and hairless. She whimpered.
She tried to slam the door again. Nelson's foot blocked it. She pushed hard and made pathetic grunting sounds. Nelson laughed and pushed his way in with a swagger.
This was Nelson? The weird little nerd boy who had knocked on her door was now towering over Rachel, he must have been 6 foot 5, and he was obviously ripped, as his t-shirt and jeans clung to his bulging muscles.
"Nice place you got here, Scarlett," he said.
"You!" she shouted in her high, breathy voice, stamping her little foot in its pink stiletto-heeled pump. How did those get there?
"Whatever you did to me, undo it right now!"
"You don't like your new body? Look at it! It's so much nicer than your old one," the wizard said. "Surely part of you likes it, at least."
"No, part of me does NOT like it!" she pouted, pursing her plump, glossy pink lips, and batting her long, curly lashes.
"Well, I can fix that. Hands that are naughty enjoy your body!" he said, pointing the wand at her again.
"Hands that are naughty enjoy my body," she repeated automatically. Then, she clutched enthusiastically and involuntarily at her big tits, cupping them and mashing them together and rubbing her thumbs over her already taught nipples.
Fireworks went off in her brain as she futilely tried to stop her hands from vigorously groping and kneading. She didn't want to do it, but it felt soooooo good!
One naughty hand continued to maul a tit while the other reached down behind her and pinched her ass before going for her crotch. She squeezed her legs together defensively, but she squeezed her nipple so hard it made her jump and squeal, opening up an opportunity for her other hand, which pounced on her dripping, slutty pussy.
Her hands were unstoppable and it felt so good she could barely stand. Nelson pushed her gently to her couch and she sat without resistance and let her own hands ravage her. The wizard grinned as she gave into the inevitable. Her face flushed as internal sensations she had never imagined overwhelmed her. She was coming and she cried out in humiliated ecstasy.
She sat there panting and blushing. Her hands were still exploring, but with less urgency.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she huskily pleaded with the wizard.
"Mostly because I can," he confessed, raising his wand again, "You'll ask me to spank you, when I'm done you'll say thank you."
"I'll ask you to spank me, when you're done I'll say thank you." She agreed. "Please spank me now," she pleaded.
"I'd be glad to, Scarlett!" he said, sitting beside her and patting his lap expectantly.
She lay across his legs eagerly, not that she could do much else, being under his potent spells. With her new tits dangling as she sprawled across his lap, her naughty hands couldn't help but take advantage. She was squeezing her nipples when the first 'whack' hit her bum.
"Ooooooooohhhh!!! Th-Thank you, Sir!"
She tried to think as he spanked her, but her traitor hands continued to twiddle at her oh-so-sensitive nipples. There had to be a way out of this... But she couldn't think straight. She felt so stupid, so ditzy and hazy.
Feeling so powerless and humiliated as the man who had hijacked her body paddled her bottom over and over was actually turning her on, which was humiliating her even more in a vicious positive feedback loop.
Was this even Nelson's magic making her feel this way at this point? Scarlett could never be sure. She didn't remember anything about it in his little rhymes. Was this coming from somewhere inside her? Deep down, had she always craved being a slutty bimbo?
He stopped spanking her. She wasn't sure how long it had gone on. She didn't know if she was relieved or saddened that it was over, but she did know what she needed to do.
She slid off his legs and down onto her knees. She looked up into his eyes and said with deepest sincerity "Thank you, Nelson!"
"And what are you thankful for, Scarlett?" he asked.
"For..for the spanking," she said.