Sammys Curse Pt 02

Sammy made it onto her bus to campus, and settled on a bench seat towards the back. It was unseasonably warm out this morning and the heavy sweatshirt and sweatpants felt claustrophobic on her already, and it was barely 9am. She rested her head against the window and exhaled shakily, her stomach a bundle of nerves at the thought that she should be dressed up, girly and cute this morning.

But after she entered into a living nightmare last night the baggy and unfashionable sweats usually reserved for sick days were the only thing she thought might hide any problems that might arise for her that day. She also still hadn't heard from Alexi, the only person who she might have a shot at getting to helping her.

Even he wasn't completely sold she was telling the truth, her life would fall apart if the cheer squad, her friends, everyone at the little college she went to, thought she was a man in disguise. The way Alexi had spoken to her still stung, but as she cringed at the thought of his disgust with her nudes her cock gave a little pulse, plumping up with blood thinking of his nasty words.

"Nooooo no no no no" Sammy whispered, whimpering as she placed her messenger bag in her lap. She'd barely been out of the house twenty minutes, she couldn't believe it had started giving her problems again so soon.

The jostling of the bus, the slight vibration of the plastic seat beneath her began to slightly jiggle her package, and the slight plumpness began to inflate with more purpose. She felt her cock clench and flex, pressing against her bag. It felt good pressing it against something, like it had felt pressing hard against her mattress this morning when she woke up.

She closed her eyes and delighted for a few delicious thrusts, her cock swelling to a full erection. A moan, low and shuddering escaped her before she remembered where she was, what she was doing. Sammy looked around panicked but saw that the early morning commute was thin right now, only a few students and an old woman were on the bus with her.

A disgusting thought struck her, she could get away with maturbating on the bus if she was quick and quiet. The second it occurred to her she felt a horrible shame for even thinking it. She recalled once seeing a homeless man pleasuring himself on the bus a few months before, his hand pumping away in his pants, his tongue licking his lips as he leered at her and a friend on their way out to barhop. The girls had screamed, and went to alert the bus driver, but the man never stopped, he just watched them as a wet stain grew in his dirty jeans.

Is that really where Sammy had fallen to? Would she really go so low as to jerk herself like that dirty old man? Her erection clenched hard at the thought. The shame and disgust of such an action almost making the decision for her as she felt herself teeter on the edge of coming in her pants at the very idea.

"If I sneak a tissue out of my bag, I could cum without getting the inside of my sweats all sticky and gross. I might be more prepared to not get this horny once I get to campus if I cum now" Sammy reasoned in her head.

They were good enough for her, and she pulled a wad of tissues from her messenger bag, and slipped her hand under her waistband and into her pants. She positioned her messenger bag to block the view of her lap and began to lightly tug the head of her cock. The relief of finally touching herself was intense and she felt she could almost relax into the pleasure and filth of the moment. The slow gentle tugs were delicious, and Sammy felt her eyes flutter, her mouth hanging open slightly, the barest hint of a moan as the muscles in her thighs and abdomen began to tighten.

This was a good idea she thought as her cock surged with pulsing need towards her climax, her balls tightened, her cock hardened into a mass of incredible pressure, and as she rocketed into her release, she locked eyes with a woman at the front of the bus.

She knew. She saw. The embarrassment and shame mingled with the ecstasy as her cock spurted into the wad of tissues in her hand. Her muscles twitched and she couldn't stop her face from contorting into a mask of naked lust. The woman, another college student perhaps, sneered up her lip in a scowl and turned away. Sammy burned with the look of disgust but this orgasm was the strongest she'd experienced with her dick so far.

Sammy caught her breath and realized she had a new problem. The wad of tissues she had jizzed into were in her hand, but now where was she supposed to put them? If the woman who had seen her watched her get off the bus with a big bunch of used tissue in her hand, she was might confront Sammy. Maybe she'd say something to the bus driver, and get Sammy banned.

Sneakily and slyly as possible Sammy slipped the cummy crumpled wad into her pocket. It was gross, but so was pleasuring herself in public. She reasoned that she'd flush it the first chance she got on campus. Her stop wasn't too far off now.

"There, now it's all out of my system, and this awful thing will be easier to control." Sammy mumbled to herself as she made her way off the bus and towards her first lecture hall. She was careful stay well away from the woman at the front as they disembarked, needed to put distance between her and the mortifying action she swore never to repeat. Tomorrow, if she couldn't get some with her unruly new appendage, she resolved to jerk herself dry before leaving.

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Sammy spent her morning shuffling, hunched over to hide the stiffies she kept getting, from class to class. The dream of her cumming on the bus relieving her of any embarrassing reactions in her body had been far from her lived truth. She couldn't believe how reactive her new cock was to every curve, jiggle, hint of a strap on every woman she saw.

Sammy had never considered herself gay, maybe a little bi-curious after a few drinks, but the cock attached to her had as much or more interest in women than it did in men. In her first class she watched a girl in front of her reach and bend down to get a book from her bag. The sight of her breasts tilting with her body, clearly free from a bra under her little white top, caused another semi erection. Sammy spent twenty minutes afterwards with her eyes closed, trying to imagine the most unsexy things she could and willed it back to limp.

At the time it had felt like a win, it was the first time she had been able to get soft without cumming. It just took all her willpower and attention for nearly half of her class.

The feeling of victory was short lived though, Sammy went to the restroom after class to flush her cummy bus tissues and discovered the bush around her cock had grown even more. What 24 hours before had been a neatly kept, smoothly shaven pussy was now a shlong, a hog, a thick veiny eight inch dick with a bush like a 70s porn star. Her breasts had shrunk more, what had once been beautiful c-cup tits were hovering around a-cups now. The bra she'd put on that morning hung loose and flat over her other new change. The light dusting of chest hair around her nipples and on her chest had thickened up and began to spread to her shoulders and arms. It was now meeting the thick happy trail to her bush, by the time she made it home she would be indistinguishable from a skinny hairy man.

The horror of her examination caused her cock to harden again and this time no amount of deep breathing and gross imagery she imagined could will it back down. She reigned herself to another bathroom stall masturbation session and wondered what kind of life she could look forward to with this curse of a cock. Would she finish out her college years rushing from bathroom to bathroom, cumming into toilets to keep her secret from making itself known.

The misery of that life far from turned her off, she imagined herself a desperate loser, unable to hold her loads and her cock head started to throb. In her imagined future life, what if some woman did see her, noticed one day she couldn't contain this monster, saw the stain from pre cum dripping out of her in a desperate attempt to make it to the bathroom for another lonely, pathetic jerking. Sammy took herself into her hand, her breath coming in pants, as she felt herself get harder she whined a quiet high pitched sound as she stroked. In her fantasy the woman scowled at her like the girl from the bus this morning. That look of disgust, seeing her for what she had sunk to, a lonely loser, a pathetic prejac, she couldn't even make it to somewhere private before her shame and arousal drove her to public matsturbation. Sammy felt shame and disgust, and she came, ropes squirting from her into the toilet, and she allowed herself some quiet little moans as the orgasm pulsed through her. The one little joy were her intensely pleasurable orgasms, and the speed with which she could achieve them.

She had gone on a date once with a guy like that, her freshman year here. He was one of the JV football players at the school and had been all machismo and attitude at the restaurant. But the second Sammy had tried to slip his dick out after their date he had spurted all over her hand and arm instead. She had laughed at him, mostly out of surprise, and he had called her a bitch, said that it was her fault, and stormed out of her dorm.

There had also been this guy back in her hometown, Nate. A little twerp of a guy that had hung around her pretty, popular, friend group. One night after some illicit beers at a high school party she and her friends initiated a game of spin the bottle and poor Nate had cum in his pants in front of everyone when her friend Shelly had slipped him some tongue on his turn. He had been called Spunky the rest of high school.

Sammy sat on the toilet and covered her face with her hands. Hands that now had a light dusting of dark hair over the tops of them. (She made herself ignore the wisps she felt on her jaw and cheeks) That was what she could look forward to, she was supposed to become a wife and mother. Maybe a pretty, successful realtor once her kids were grown. Now she was what? A quick shot freak? A loser with a C average majoring in physical education? Her only hope, the only reason she dried her tears and stopped snuffling was that Alexi had said she might be able to help her.

Maybe he could clear all this up and no one would ever have to know about her no good, awful 24 hours with a penis. Maybe no would ever ever find out.

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Sammy made her way to the basement of one of the older buildings on campus. She was meeting Alexi there in a basically abandoned classroom, and hoped like hell she wouldn't see anyone she knew on the way. These hopes were dashed when she got onto the elevator and familiar voice called out, "Hey hold the door please!"

The voice was one of her squadmates from the cheerleading team, Chastity. Sammy groaned and pressed the door close button a few times but Chastity slipped in before she could be free. Sammy looked down at her shoes and tried very hard to disappear. Chastity was the smartest girl on the team, pre-med, and if anyone was going to notice how fall Sammy had fallen it would be her.

"Thanks sir- er, Sammy?" Chastity's face changed quickly from polite nonchalance to shock.

"Sammy, are you feeling okay? You look, like, sick. I mean, you don't look well. Is everything okay?"

Sammy looked up and felt her own shock. Chastity was smart, conservative, a preacher's kid. The woman in front of her looked like a stripper dressed in conservative clothing, like she might rip off the high necked polo dress clinging tightly to her tits and ass to reveal sparkly pasties and a glittery thong.

Oogling her friend was doing her no favors as she felt a twitch in her sweats.

"Chastity, hey, yeah I probably won't go to practice today, feeling really off. Are you okay? You look.. different" Sammy said this while forcing herself to look up and not at the swell of Chastity's breasts that had certainly not been there at their last practice. That or her new horny brain was just overwhelmed by yet another woman's body.

"Oh heh, yeah I think I accidentally grabbed an old dress from high school or something, I didn't realize how tight it was. Anyway I think we're gonna have to cancel practice, Haley has been radio silent since last Thursday and Ashlee texted me a said something came up for her too." Chastity had started twirling her finger in her long blonde hair as she spoke, and her arm kept bumping into her right breast and causing it jiggle.

Sammy's breath caught in her throat and she began to panic. The twitch in her sweats had built to a tingle and she could feel the fabric of her underwear starting to get tight around her cock. She moved to cover her groin with her bag but Chastity put her hand on Sammy's shoulder before she could and leaned in. She breathed deeply, pushing Sammy back against the wall of the elevator.

"Say Sammy, you may look hungover or whatever but you smell," Chastity leaned in towards Sammy and took another deep breath, "you smell incredible." As she sniffed her nipples began to poke out in her dress, hard points at the tips of the magnificent breasts Sammy was trying and failing to ignore. The tightness in her pants grew further until a comically large tent was pointed straight at Chastity from Sammy's crotch.

Sammy stuttered, trying to say anything when she felt her cock clench upwards, trying its best to close the few inches between it and the front of Chastity's tight dress.

The elevator dinged, and Chastity backed up, her cheeks and neck were flushed. She looked down and saw the erection fighting its way towards her and jumped back from Sammy. She looked horrified, and hurried out of the elevator.

"I'll uhh, I'll text you later Sammy, feel better!" Chastity said hurriedly over she shoulder as the elevator doors opened and she hurried off and down the hall.

That look, of embarrassment, of horror, it was the one Sammy kept fantasizing about and she had her hand in her pants and had started furiously tugging away at herself before the elevator doors had shut again. By the time the elevator dinged, now in the basement, Sammy had cum in her pants leaving a sticky wet spot with no tissue to catch her shame. She hoped no one would see her as she hurried to the empty classroom to meet Alexi.

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He was waiting for her in a musty abandoned room near the back of the building. She felt relieved that no one would see her squishy wet pants here at least.

"You look more like a Samuel and less like a Samantha every time I see you. Didn't you used to have tits?" Alexi asked as Sammy closed and locked the door behind her.

She looked down and sure enough, after her furious elevator jerk off she had changed again. What had remained of her breasts was gone, her chest was flat and curls of hair poked up over her neckline. The bra she had put on this morning hung limp under her shirt.

Sammy started to walk over to the little table Alexi was sitting at but halfway across the room she slowed to a stop and fell to her knees crying. She let out a wail and covered her face with her hands. There was no denying the coarse hairs she felt on her face. She let out a scream and pulled her shirt and bra off, her body ever bit a man's body now.

"Why me? Why is this happening to me?! What did I do to deserve this. I hate this new body, I hate this awful thing between my legs, I hate my life!" Sammy raged, not Alexi or anyone in particular, she just needed to rage. She wanted to cry, felt like she should be crying but anger was all she could muster.

Alexi approached her and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"If it helps any, I do believe you now. My gran, she brought some books with her when she came to America, I looked them over last night, and you have a curse on you. I'm sorry I don't know if I can help you, but hey at least someone knows you used to be a hot cheerleader. Now you kinda look like a guy from the anime club."

His insult twinged in her stomach and she felt it again, the arousal that came with his insult.

"Please, please don't. I don't know why but this thing loves when I feel disgusting and humiliated." Sammy looked down her flat hairy chest at her recently stained sweat pants. He was right, she looked every bit the loser people had been seeing her as all day. This was her life now, forever. Alexi couldn't help her, she would be a premature cumming loser for the rest of her life. Unless...

"Is.. is there anything in those books to help with sexual stamina? Like could you at least help me calm it down a little?"

"What? Why? Oh my god, did you get a quickshot dick? I knew you busted all over yourself in the bathroom stall last night, I thought you'd been jerking it in there for a while! Damn, you got cursed with a dick and you can't even fuck a girl with it?" Alexi laughed cruelly and leaned over her. He spoken quietly, in a mocking tone when he said, "So does that make a you premie virgin loser?"

Sammy groaned and felt her cock come roaring back to life in her still damp pants. It seemed to have stopped growing at eight inches, and it strained up at the waistband.

"Fuck please Alexi, is there anything you can do to help me?" Sammy had balled up her fists, fighting the urge to touch herself at his degrading words.

"Sorry, man, no helping ya. Boy if I could help all my loser friends that had asked me with their busted nasty cocks this town would be over run with porn stars with horse cocks. But if I ever meet a woman that's desperate for a reeaally quick fuck I'll send her your way."

Sammy couldn't stand it anymore, she pulled her cock out and spit in her hand. She jerked it furiously again, the way she had in the elevator. This time she didn't hold in her panting breath, she thrust into her hand and thought about how disgusting she was for this. She couldn't resist pulling her cock out while he made fun of her, couldn't stop herself from chasing her orgasm while he belittled her. She moaned with every thrust now, the more vocal she was the more likely someone else might come in and see how pathetic she was, how revolting her actions were, how pathetic her moans as she humped her palm and cried out, cumming in an arc over the floor in front of her.

Alexi left her there on the floor, he chuckled to himself as he walked out the door. Two down, three to go.