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Jerked into Her (TG Story) - Part 10
🕑 Added 2025-09-16 01:04:23 +0000 UTCJerked into Her (TG Story)
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A Ritual. A Fantasy. A Transformation Too Hot to Survive.
Eli never felt at home in his body. Not in a tragic way—just in that horny, obsessive, aching way that builds in secret. In silence. In shame. Alone at night, jerking off to the women he envied more than desired, whispering the same question over and over:
“What does it feel like to be her?”
Not to live as a woman.
To fuck like one.
To be the kind of woman who moans, who clenches, who drips—who makes men lose their minds just by walking into the room.
When Eli finds a ritual online—a cursed rite whispered about in NSFW occult threads—he doesn’t laugh.
He lights the candles.
He draws the sigil.
He jerks off into the bowl.
And what begins as a filthy fantasy spirals into a full-blown, erotic, reality-breaking metamorphosis.
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Tenthy Part
Eli could barely breathe. His chest heaved against her tits, his throat raw from all the howling, but his eyes—wide, glazed, hungry—stayed locked on the mirror.
His reflection shifted, turning side to side, and every angle hit him like a kick to the gut.
The waist.
His waist.
No longer the straight, blocky slab he’d always hated—it was sucked in tight, impossibly narrow, like some invisible corset had been cranked until his ribs threatened to snap. It gave his torso this vicious curve, a dip so sharp it looked sculpted, designed only to make the hips explode outward.
And those hips—god, those hips.
Wide, round, flaring out obscenely from the cinched middle. Child-bearing, cock-breaking, slut hips. They jutted so far that even standing still, they swayed, bouncing softly with every shallow breath. They framed the rest of him in pure filth—making his thighs fatten into soft, juicy pillars, rubbing together in slow friction as if begging for something to be lodged between them.
“NNNhhhhhfff—o-ohhh godddddd—fuuuckkkk—” Eli moaned, his voice high and needy. He pressed both hands to his sides, palms sliding down over his own dip, then out over the wide flare of his hips. His fingers spread instinctively, trying to cover more surface, but there was just too much. He couldn’t even hold it all.
“Ohhhhhh ssshhhitttttt—m-my waist… so tiiiighttttt—nnnhhhghhh—and these hips—fuuuuuckkkk, l-look at th-these hips—” He groaned, his cock smearing precum all over his thigh as he ground forward into nothing, whining helplessly.
In the mirror, his reflection arched its back—hips thrusting out, waist narrowing even further—and the sight made his mouth fall open in a silent moan before a broken cry tore out of him.
“AHHHhhhhhhhhnnnnnhhhhhh—f-fuuckkkk, they’re s-so wide—ohhh goddd, l-like—like a pornstar—!”
His thighs trembled as he traced the line of his waist again, sucking in a shaky breath as his nails dug into the soft skin. He couldn’t stop staring at the way the curve funneled straight into those hips, like a funnel for sin.
Her hands slid over his, forcing him to squeeze harder, making him feel just how much meat and curve had replaced the flat nothing he used to have. Her tits mashed into his back, nipples dragging against his sweaty skin as she whispered filth into his ear. “Mmmmhh, yes baby… grab it. Own it. That’s your body now. Waist tight, hips obscene. You’re built to turn heads, to spread thighs, to take cock until you can’t even walk straight.”
Eli moaned, long and guttural, pressing his forehead to the mirror until it smeared with sweat. “Y-yeahhhh—ohhh godddddd, i-it’s so—so fucking h-hotttt—nnnnHHHHhhhhh—!”
He dragged his palms down over his hips again, tilting his body just to watch the reflection sway, the curve ripple. He wanted to worship it. He wanted to be worshiped for it.
“Fffffuckkkkk—th-this bodyyy… ohhh shitttt… it’s—it’s perfect—” he sobbed, cock twitching wildly against his stomach. “S-so tight… so wide… ohhh godddddd, I—I can’t believe it’s meee—”
And the woman behind him moaned low, sultry, pleased, “Mmmmnnnnhhh yessss, Eli. Keep staring. Keep moaning. That’s who you are now. Waist made to break men. Hips made to ruin them. And you’re only just beginning…”
Eli couldn’t tear his hands away. His fingers dug into the deep, cruel inward pinch of his waist, sliding down into the obscene swell of his hips over and over again like he needed to memorize every inch.
“Ffffhhhnnnnnn—ahhhhhh, shhhhitttt—s-so t-tightttt here—nnnghhhhh, then—ohhh fffuuuckkkk—i-it just EXPLODESSS out—” he moaned, voice cracking higher with every word. Drool streaked from the corner of his mouth, his lips wet and parted as his cock smeared more slick across his trembling thigh.
The mirror reflection mimicked him perfectly—palms squeezing its waist, sliding down those porn-star hips, dragging nails over the flesh as if in disbelief. Each squeeze made the mirror-self moan back at him, guttural and filthy, almost like an echo chamber of his own arousal.
“AAAhhhhhhhhh—shhiiiitttttt, I-I c-can’t even—hahhhhhh—my hands don’t f-fit—!” Eli gasped, spreading his fingers wide, trying to cup the entire curve of one hip and failing miserably. His hands just sank into soft, heated flesh, fingers slipping as sweat slicked his grip. “Nnnnnnghhhhh, fuckkkkkkkk—these hips are too much—s-so fucking wiiide—so goddddamnnnnnn hotttt—”
Her hands slid over his again, forcing him to squeeze tighter, harder, until his nails dug little crescents into his skin. She moaned in his ear, voice dripping like honey: “Mmmmmhhh, yes baby… squeeze them. Worship them. That’s your hourglass. That’s the body you begged for. Big hips, tight waist, made to ride cock until you’re drooling.”
Eli’s moan shattered into a sobbing cry. “Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn—y-yesssss, ohhh godddddd, y-yeahhhhhh, they’re so—so f-fucking SEXYYYYY—!”
He leaned closer to the mirror, watching the curve from profile now. The sight of it—the savage inward scoop of his waist, the round, heavy jut of his hips—looked cartoonish, like the body of a walking wet dream. He whimpered, cock twitching violently.
“Fffhhhhhuckkkkk, I-I l-look like—like—ohhhh godddd, like a fucking pornstarrrr—!”
The reflection turned slightly, giving him a side shot of the wide hips jutting back, waist carved cruel and narrow, thighs rounding thicker beneath. Eli’s breath hitched so hard he nearly choked, a strangled cry spilling from his lips.
“AAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—ohhhh fffuckkkkkk, I-I’d f-fuck m-myself—nnnghhhhh—hahhhhhhh, th-those hips, ohhh godddd those hiiiippppssss—!”
His thighs rubbed together, slick with pre, as he ground forward helplessly, still squeezing at his new curves. Every press of his palms made the mirror-self moan back, made the woman behind him grind her tits into his spine, made his cock leak harder.
Her laugh was low, sultry, cruel. “Mmmmmmnnnn, listen to you. Can’t even breathe without moaning for those hips. You love them. You need them. Admit it, Eli—your old body never made you this hard. But this? This waist, these hips? They’re your addiction already.”
He shook his head weakly, tears streaking down his face, but the words came out anyway, broken and slutty: “Y-yessssss, ohhh godddddd, y-yeahhhhhh I—I l-love themmmm—hahhhhhhh—s-so f-fucking perfectttttttt—!”
And in the mirror, his reflection grinned—sweaty, ruined, hips swaying in slow, lewd circles as if showing off just how obscene the new shape was.
Eli whined, high and needy, hands glued to his sides. “O-ohhh godddd, I-I c-can’t stop touchingggggg—sooo f-fucking hottttttt—nnnghhhhh, they’re m-mineeee—!”
Eli’s hands were still glued to his sides, tracing every dip and swell like he couldn’t stop groping himself. His hips rocked, waist twisting, trying to see every filthy angle in the mirror. He moaned under his breath, drunk on the sight.
That’s when her laugh rolled low against his ear. A smirk he could feel without even seeing it.
“Mmmhhh, baby… look at you. Hourglass curves to die for. But tell me—does that look like a woman’s body to you?”
Eli blinked, dazed. “W-what…?”
Her hand slipped down his stomach, dragging her nails through the faint trail of hair on his torso, then lower—straight to the bush at his groin. Her fingers tangled there, tugging just enough to make him flinch.
“All this,” she purred, twisting a little. “Ugly little tufts. A woman doesn’t drip with this. Not here. Not on her chest. You’re still hiding, Eli. Still clinging.”
He whimpered, his cock twitching against her hand. “N-no, I—hahhhh, ohhh godddd—”
She gripped his chin, yanking his gaze back to the mirror. “Watch.”
His reflection was still panting on its knees, waist cinched, hips obscene. Its chest rose and fell like it was struggling just to breathe. Then it froze, lips parting, eyes wide.
A shudder rolled through its body.
“Ahhhhhnnnnnhhhhhh—hhhhhhnnnfff—” the reflection moaned, clutching its stomach.
The skin prickled. Gooseflesh spread over the torso like a wave. Dark patches of hair on its chest quivered—then began to recede, slowly at first, then faster, like they were being sucked back into the skin. The faint trail from bellybutton to groin followed, vanishing, leaving smooth flesh in its wake.
Eli’s breath caught. “Ohhhh shhhhitttt—wh-what’s—hahhhhhhhnnn—”
Her nails dug into his waist, forcing him to watch every detail. “Mmmm, yesss, baby. That tingling? That’s your body cleaning itself up. A woman’s body doesn’t need that scruff. You’re about to shine. Smooth, soft, fuckable.”
In the mirror, the reflection moaned louder, its hands sliding down its torso in disbelief. The chest was bare now, hairless, slick with sweat. Its abs gleamed smooth.
Then the pubic hair began to prickle and recede.
The reflection’s hips jerked as the thick bush shrank away, retreating strand by strand until only smooth, glistening skin remained above its cock. The figure moaned brokenly, thighs trembling as it clutched itself.
“NNnnnnnnnnhhhhhh—f-fuuckkkk—s-so w-weird—s-ssooo hotttttt—!”
Eli gasped as the exact sensation hit him. His stomach crawled with pins and needles, tingling heat spreading down to his groin. He jerked his head down instinctively, only to see it happening—hair on his torso shrinking, fading, his groin smoothing slick under her hand.
He moaned loud, head thrown back into her tits. “OHHHHHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKKKKK—S-SO TINGLYYYY—AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!”
Her laugh vibrated against his ear as she stroked his smooth belly, purring, “Mmmnnn, much better. Clean. Bare. Just the way a good little slut should be.”
Eli’s mouth hung open, a ragged moan spilling out as he watched in the mirror. His reflection squirmed, eyes wide, hands fluttering uselessly over its body as if trying to hold onto what was being taken away.
The torso hair was already gone—skin gleaming bare, sweat dripping down smooth muscle. The faint happy trail that used to run from his navel to his groin was erased, nothing left but glossy, hairless skin that glistened like it was oiled.
And then the arms started.
“NNnnnghhhhh—ahhhhhhhnnnnnhhhhhh f-fuckkkkkk—!” the reflection cried out as goosebumps rippled up its forearms. The dark hairs quivered—then melted away, retracting under the skin in waves, leaving behind flawless, satin-slick arms.
Eli whimpered, staring down at his own limbs as the same sensation ripped through him. His forearms tingled, hot pins and needles prickling every follicle. His arm hair faded strand by strand, pulling back into his pores until nothing was left but smooth, glistening skin.
“Ohhhhhh ggggoddddddd—!” he sobbed, dragging trembling fingers down the length of his arm, moaning at the alien slickness. “S-s-so smooothhhhh—ohhhhhh fffffuuuuuckkkkkk—!”
The reflection mirrored him perfectly—fingers tracing its hairless arms, moaning high and needy.
Then it hit lower.
The legs.
The reflection’s thighs jerked, its knees slamming the smoky floor as the hair prickled, receded, melted away. Thick, dark curls on the calves and thighs shrank back, leaving nothing but glossy, sweat-slick flesh. The reflection’s hand clutched one thigh desperately, sliding down as the last of the hair vanished under its palm.
“AAahhhhhhhhhhhhhh—ohhhh godddddddddddd—sh-shitttttttt, m-my legs—nnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!” it howled, hips jerking as though the smoothness itself was unbearable.
Eli cried out as the same wave hit him.
His thighs lit up with tingles, the coarse hair receding in ripples. His calves buzzed, hot and sharp, hair folding into his skin until they were gleaming bare. He reached down frantically, both hands dragging over his thighs, moaning like a porn star.
“OHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK—SOOO S-S-SMOOTHHHHHHHH—AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD, F-FEELS SOOOO GOOOODDDDD—!” His voice cracked into a wail, his cock jerking wildly against his stomach, smearing more pre into the glossy bare skin.
Her laugh was low, raunchy, vibrating against his back. She ground her tits into his shoulders, fingers tracing the fresh slick skin of his belly. “Mmmmnnnhhh, look at you, Eli… no more fur, no more scruff. Smooth arms, smooth legs, smooth chest, even your cock standing proud over bare skin. You feel it, don’t you? You feel how wrong it was to be hairy. You’re mine now—soft, hairless, needy.”
Eli moaned gutturally, tears streaking down his face, forehead pressing to the mirror as his reflection mirrored him perfectly—hairless, gleaming, trembling, panting.
“Y-yeahhhhhh—ohhhhh fuckkkkkk y-yeahhhhhhh—I-I’m smoooothhhhh—ahhhhhhnnnnnnghhhhhh—!”
The reflection lifted its arms, turned its legs, displaying every angle of the bare, pornographic transformation—no chest hair, no pubic scruff, nothing but satin flesh dripping with sweat. Its cock twitched, leaking against the clean mound where its bush had been.
Eli groaned, cock slapping wetly as his hips bucked. “S-ssooo fffuckinnnn hotttttttt—ohhhh godddddd I-I c-can’t—I c-can’t st-stop moaninggggggg—!”
And the woman behind him purred, “Good. Don’t stop. Moan louder. You’re smooth now—smooth like a whore. Exactly as you should be.”
Eli was still moaning over his smooth skin, fingers sliding endlessly up his thighs, over his chest, down his arms, when her nails dug suddenly into his jaw and yanked his face back to the mirror.
“Eyes front, baby,” she purred, tits dragging down his back as her voice oozed smug. “You’ve been cleaned. Now watch what comes next.”
The reflection was already shaking.
Its whole torso clenched, belly muscles spasming in violent little twitches. Then came the churn—like something thick was bubbling right under the skin. The reflection doubled forward with a grunt, clutching its stomach.
“NNnnnnghhhhhHHHhhhhh—AHhhhhh ffffhhhuuuuckkkk—!”
Its fingers dug into its gut, kneading at the soft pad of fat that had always sat there. The skin rippled, warped, until the fat seemed to melt away beneath its own clutching hands. The bulge shrank in obscene waves, pulling tighter, flatter, leaner with every twitch.
Eli’s eyes went wide. “O-ohhhhhh shhhhittttttt—!”
The reflection gasped in disbelief as its stomach sucked in, leaving a taut midriff gleaming with sweat. The surface smoothed into a faint ridgework—shadows of soft, feminine abs, not ripped, but tight, sexy, built for crop tops and low waists. A midsection made to flash, to tease, to scream sex.
The reflection moaned high and guttural, hands tracing the flat new plane. “HHhhhhhaaaahhhh—s-so t-tighttttttttt—nnnnhhhhhh—feeeels ffffhhhuuuckkking insaneeee—!”
And Eli felt it hit him.
The twitch. The churn. The sick, dizzying ripple in his own belly.
“AhhhhhhHHHHHhhhhh—ohhhhhh ggggodddddd—!” His palms flew down, clutching his stomach just as the fat under his skin began to spasm. The soft pad he’d always hated quivered, then seemed to liquify under his touch, running hot and thin like wax melting off a candle.
His hands shook as he traced it, gasping, feeling the surface cinch in tighter and tighter under his fingers. “Nnnnnnnnnnghhhhhh ffffhhhhhuckkkkkk—it’s—it’s g-goinggggggggg—!”
The heat spread up toward his ribs, down toward his hips, sucking everything inward until his waist looked tighter, narrower still. His belly pulled flat, then tighter, until faint grooves began to press through the skin. Not masculine six-pack cuts, but delicate ridges of feminine abs, smooth yet unmistakable.
He dragged both palms down over the new midriff, trembling. His cock slapped against it, leaving streaks of pre that glistened across the flat, twitching muscle.
“OHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh FFFFFFFFUCKKKKKKKK—!” Eli howled, head snapping back, eyes rolling. “I-I-it’s s-so tightttttttttt—hhhhhahhhhhh—so s-sexxxyyyyyyyy—nnnnnnghhhhhhh—!”
In the mirror, the reflection arched its back, hips jutting, one hand caressing the flat belly while the other pinched the waistband of nothing, showing off the tight curve. It looked like a girl teasing a camera, belly gleaming under sweat, abs flexing soft and hot.
Her voice purred filth into Eli’s ear, smirking as his fingers obsessed over every groove. “Mmmmnnnnhhh, look at that midriff, baby. No more pudge. No more boy-gut. That’s a slut’s belly now—flat, smooth, with just enough abs to make men drool. Perfect for showing off when you grind on their laps.”
Eli whimpered, grinding forward helplessly against the glass. “Nnnnnnhhhhhhh—y-yeahhhhhhh—I-I-I c-can f-feel itttttt—s-so ffffhhhhuuucking hotttttttt—!”
His reflection smirked back at him, tracing its own abs, lips parting in a porn-star moan. And he moaned right along with it, the sound indistinguishable.
Eli couldn’t stop touching himself. His palms slid up and down his stomach, trembling fingers tracing every twitching groove like he was memorizing it. The new ridges of faint abs flexed beneath his touch, soft enough to be sensual, hard enough to make his breath hitch.
“Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn—fffhhhhhuckkkkkkk—so fffflatttttttt—sooo tighttttttt—” he gasped, voice cracking into a high, needy whine. Drool streaked from his lip as he bent forward, pressing his forehead against the glass, cock smearing more pre across the glossy surface of his belly.
His reflection mirrored him, shameless. It ran both hands over the taut midriff, fingers splaying wide to show the curve of the waist cinching in, then down over the flare of its obscene hips. The contrast was pornographic: the brutal pinch of the waist, the flat stretch of belly, and then—bam—hips exploding outward like a pair of sinful parentheses.
Eli moaned gutturally, tracing the same line. “NNnnnnnnghhhhhh—ohhh ggggoddddddd, th-there—hahhhhhhh—ohhhhhh ffffhhuckkkkkkkk—!”
He dragged his fingertips over his navel, trembling. His belly button had never looked sexy before—it was just there. But now? Now it sat in the center of that flat, twitching canvas like a jewel, the little dip surrounded by sweat-slick grooves and obscene curves. His thumb circled it, pressing in, and his whole body jolted with a pornographic cry.
“AHHHhhhhhhnnnnnnnn—nnnnghhhhhh y-yeahhhhhhh—m-my navel—it’s s-so hhhhhhhotttttt—hahhhhhh ffffhhuckkkkkk—!”
The reflection in the mirror whimpered in sync, digging a finger into its own belly button, twisting, teasing, showing him just how filthy it looked. Its cock twitched against the smooth flesh, smearing precum across its perfect abs like an artist painting sin.
Eli’s jaw dropped as he copied the move, pressing his leaking cock along the flatness of his new midriff, dragging the tip over the grooves of his faint abs. He whined, high-pitched, slutty. “OHHHHhhh fffhhhhhhuuuuckkkkkkkk—i-it’s so—s-so ffffhhucking SEXY—nnnnnnghhhhhh, I-I can’tttt—ahhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn—!”
Her voice wrapped tight around him, purring filth into his ear while her hands traced his sides. “Mmmmnnnhhh, yes, baby… touch it. Worship it. That belly was made to show off. Flat, tight, smooth. Perfect with those wide, fuck-me hips. Look at the contrast—nnnnghhhhhh—it’s obscene. It’s delicious. You’re becoming a walking fantasy.”
Eli sobbed a moan, cock smearing harder against his new midriff, his palms sliding greedily over every groove, every curve, every slick ridge of those faint abs. His thighs trembled, knees threatening to buckle.
“Y-yesssssssssss—I-I l-love itttttttt—ohhhhhh ggggoddddd it’s s-so hhhhhottttttttt—s-ssooooo p-perfecttttttttt—NNnnnnnnghhhhhHHHHHhhhhhh—!”
The mirror version arched back, stomach flexing, hips swaying, showing off every sinful angle. Eli mirrored it unconsciously, body trembling, lost in the worship of his new form.
To be continued...
