A Growing Curse (Caption Story)

They fell onto the bed as soon as the bedroom door shut behind them. Amy kissed her lover with an eagerness and passion that made the months of waiting finally worth it. Their lips connected and hands began to wander.

"I can't believe... we're finally going to do this." She spoke between urgent kisses. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Lance smiled. He never thought he'd be the one getting pinned to the bed. He never thought he'd feel Amy's breasts pressing against his own soft mounds. Never thought he'd feel arousal so unfamiliar to his usual hardness. Instead, there was a pulsing and ever growing ache between his legs. "I'm sure."

Amy took off her top. No bra underneath. Lance took in the sight and realised his own breasts were slightly larger. A strange thought to have, but also an enticing one. He thought of all the lessons he could learn from Amy. To feel what she felt. It only added fuel to the fire growing inside of him.

Clothes began to fall one by one, as the two continued to kiss and tease. Amy kissed down Lance's neck, before making contact with one of his nipples. He gasped in response, covering his mouth in surprise at how feminine he sounded in that moment.

Amy put her finger to Lance's lips. "Keep it down, sweetie." She purred.

"I can't help it!" Lance argued. "Here, let me show you..."

Returning the favour, Lance copied Amy's movements almost exactly. Amy shuddered with pleasure, but fought the urge to make a sound. She looked to him with a triumphant and defiant smirk.

"This is all new to me..." Lance blushed slightly.

"I've never been with a woman before." Amy admitted, cupping Lance's small yet sensitive breast. "And I don't exactly get to do much of anything with anyone..."

"Well then lets make the most of it." Lance copied her movements once again. A back and forth of slow escalation. A cup, a kiss, a playful bite, a graze, a lick.

"What have I said about keeping this door open!" Amy's dad entered without warning, freezing in the doorway at the sight before him.

Lance and Amy were also frozen. A horrified and mortified expression on all three faces. Nobody spoke. Mr Jones took a step forward, arms crossed in his usual judgemental way that said 'You're in big trouble'. He looked at Lance, anger welling up in his eyes. "Out!"

Lance didn't need to hear anything else. He shot out of the room as quickly as he could, scrambling for his clothes while covering his decency to the best of his ability. It was clear Mr Jones had seen plenty already, but he wasn't focused on Lance at all as he rushed out the door.

Amy and her Dad were in a shouting match the entire time Lance got dressed and ready to run out the door. Amy wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a woman. But Mr Jones still treated her like a child. 'No Boys allowed'. 'No late nights'. He even checked her phone regularly to make sure she wasn't seeing anyone without his permission.

It was that total control and lack of privacy that drove Amy to use the spell. Lance had agreed, seeing as it was the only way to spend some real time with her. Now, he was stuck as a chick until he could get Amy to reverse it. And going by the shouting match, that he could still hear as he walked down the street, Amy would probably be on house arrest for the next few days.

"Guess I'm stuck like this for a while..." He muttered, looking down at his tits. They bounced slightly with every step he took. "At least I don't have to hide away while I wait."

He stepped into his house and was greeted by his Mom and Dad. "Hey Lacy! How was it at Amy's?" His Mom asked.

"Your boyfriend came round earlier looking for you." His Dad added.

Lance cringed. "He's not my boyfriend, he's a guy who happens to be my friend."

He went up to his room, shaking away the thought of Ryan. The spell had its limits. Amy had no way of knowing that it would turn his best friend into a guy with a huge crush on him. But he found out the hard way that sometimes guys and girls can't just be platonic. "I'll have to keep out of Ryan's way for the next few days."

A few hours passed by and there was no word from Amy. It wasn't much of a surprise, as Mr Jones probably confiscated her phone. But Lance was hopeful that he'd hear something soon. He wanted his dick back sooner than later. But as he drifted off to sleep, the spell cast on him was growing stronger.

The once subtle changes to reality were growing further and further away from Lance's ordinary life. Instead of changing from a high-school quarterback to a high-school volleyball player, Lacy now had a cheerleader's uniform tucked away in her closet. Photos of Lacy and Amy hanging out were now changed to photos of Lacy and Ryan.

As the changes grew more substantial around Lance, he started to have vivid dreams. In actual fact, these dreams were Lacy's memories slowly bleeding into his own recollection. His first kiss... no longer with Katy Green, but with her Brother Jackson. His prom night... getting voted as prom queen and finally going all the way with her boyfriend. Every memory was being tainted, as the world around him started to reflect these changes.

Lance suddenly jolted awake. His alarm clock had pulled him from the strangest dream. He barely recognised his surroundings. "What happened to my room?"

He sat up, glancing around at the changes to his bedding, his furniture, even the clothes he had worn to bed. On his bedside, a phone rested in a pink case. He saw a long list of notifications and swiped them away one by one, revealing a photo of Lacy wearing an oversized football jersey. It wasn't his number. It was Ryan's number.

"What the-" A spike of pain shot through his head as he suddenly recalled the moment that photo was taken. Lacy had spent the night at Ryan's Parent's beach house and she practically lived in that jersey. Ryan's scent made her feel calm, while the jersey was easy to pull off anytime they... "Fuck that!"

"Lacy?" Lance's Mom called up. "Are you up yet!?"

"Just a second, Mom!" He called back, shaking his head. He went into his contacts to message Amy, but quickly found that her number wasn't in Lacy's phone. Apparently in this reality Lacy had no interest in befriending a prudish chick like her.

He headed downstairs, hoping to grab a quick breakfast before heading out in search of Amy. But every comment his Mom made seemed to dig up memories he never knew existed. Ex-boyfriends, slumber parties with girls he would once have loved to spend the night with, and worst of all were the comments about Ryan.

"That boy is real husband material!" His Mom remarked. "Just please promise me you'll walk down the aisle before you give me grand-babies... I know you say you're being safe, but it's easy to make a mistake-"

"Mom, can we not talk about this right now?" Lance grumbled, rubbing his temples as a flood of memories ripped through his head. It was bad enough when Ryan kissed him an hour after the spell was cast. Now, Lance had vivid memories of making love with his best friend.

There was a knock at the door and Lance's Dad answered. "I think it's for you, sweetie!" He called out.

Lance turned around to see Ryan walking in with some flowers poorly hidden behind his back. His Mom and Dad both smiled, but Lance just wanted to run away. There was no running away from his altered memories, however. 

"I bet you thought I'd forgotten." Ryan smirked. "But three years ago, today, you and I had our first date."

Lance's eyes went wide for a moment. An entire date flashed through his head in an instant. How he spent an hour picking out his outfit with his Mom. How Ryan picked him up in his new car. They got dinner at a nice Japanese place, before watching a movie together. Shit... Lance could even remember feeling butterflies in his stomach when Ryan held his hand and slowly leaned in for their first kiss together.

"That's really sweet, Ryan." Lance began. "But I need to-"

Ryan kissed him. It was sudden, but also felt perfectly natural. Lance found himself resting his hand on Ryan's chest. No urge to push away, but rather to kiss him back. It was only when Lance's Dad coughed that they pulled away from that blissful moment.

"Alright lovebirds, we'll get out of your hair for a bit." Lance's Mom gave him a wink as she led her Husband out of the door.

Ryan's hands rested on Lance's hips. "Did I ever mention how much I like your parents?"

Lance knew he should have pulled away in that moment. He was on the tipping point. But when he looked at his former friend, he realised it felt stronger than the feelings he had for Amy. Maybe it was the spell, or maybe it was his female hormones kicked into overdrive... But Lance found himself taking Ryan's hand and leading him upstairs.

"Where are we going?" Ryan asked coyly.

"It's time for your present." Lance replied so quickly that he surprised himself. "I'm gonna rock your world for the next half hour."

With the help of Lacy's muscle memory, Lance was a natural. Even though it was his first time with a man, he knew exactly what to do and had more memories bubbling up in the back of his head. Lacy wasn't a prude in any sense of the word. Former cheer captain and prom queen, she was a popular and 'well experienced' flirt.

It came as no surprise that he not only knew how to suck cock, but that Lacy had grown to love giving head. Such a natural position for him to take. Countless previous blowjobs began to surface, even more than Lance could recall receiving. It was as if Lance and Lacy had grown a symbiotic relationship. Lacy's memories were being shaped by Lance, just as Lance's mind was being shaped by her. And here he was, giving the perfect blowjob, just like he would have loved to receive less than two days ago.