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Dared into Her (TG Story) - Part 6
🕑 Added 2025-09-08 02:08:59 +0000 UTCDared into Her (TG Story)
By FemmeForge
It was supposed to be a stupid late-night joke — a drunk, mean-spirited dare to humiliate the shy virgin of the group.
One ritual. A mirror. A copper bowl. A “lust offering.”
Shy, dick-starved virgin Ethan never stood a chance once his friends found that shady “summon a succubus” ritual online.
They pin him in the spotlight, ripping into him with filthy jokes about how he’d look as a woman — huge, soft tits spilling over his hands, a fat jiggling ass you could bounce coins off, and a dripping little pussy just begging for the first cock that got near it.
Ethan knew it was fake. His friends knew it was fake. That didn’t stop them from pinning him down in the filthiest way possible — teasing him, taunting him, painting vivid pictures of what he’d look like with fat tits, a perfect ass, and a dripping little pussy. They laughed, they dared, they pushed… until he said yes.
By the time it’s over, Ethan’s gone — replaced by a wide-eyed, soaking-wet slut who can barely stand without rubbing her thighs together.
Now Ethan is about to find out just how far a silly dare can go… and how hot, humiliating, and irreversible becoming the perfect fuckable plaything can really be.
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Part 6
Ethan was still on his knees, sobbing, clutching his newly feminized face with shaking, dainty hands. His smooth cheeks burned, flushed from both the transformation and the unbearable shame. He tried to sob — to cry like a man would — but even his despair came out breathy, sugar-sweet, and humiliatingly arousing.
“Mmmh—nooo, I d-don’t want thisss~!”
But his voice cooed with every vowel, sultry and helpless, like a girl moaning in her sleep.
Then it hit him again.
A jolt of heat stabbed through his lower body — low and deep, down where his thighs met his pelvis. The muscles spasmed violently, twitching beneath his skin like something was writhing inside. He gasped, clutching at them with trembling fingers, but the change didn’t stop — it accelerated.
His legs bulked first, muscles tightening, expanding like overinflated balloons — but instead of strength, they shimmered with heat and softness. The tone faded. The mass rounded. What had been lean, twitchy thighs warped outward, swelling into heavy, thick pillars of plush flesh.
THRMP. THRMP. Each pulse made them grow — thicker, rounder, heavier. His skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat as the transformation sculpted them into something obscene. Flesh piled on, fat settling over muscle like frosting over a cake, molding into the unmistakable, ultra-feminine swell of thick girl thighs.
Ethan gasped, then moaned. “N-no, don’t—ahhnnnn—not my thighs! I—I don’t want thick… thighs—fuuuuck, they feel so good!”
Cass’s laughter was a gasp of wicked delight. “Oh my god. Look at them jiggling! They’re huge. They’re slut thighs.”
Mason let out a low whistle. “Jesus. She’s growing hips like a pornstar. Her knees are spreading on their own…”
And they were.
The sheer girth of his thighs forced his knees apart wider and wider with every beat, his legs now naturally locked into a humiliatingly spread posture. It wasn’t just physical — it was performative, like his own cursed body wanted to present itself. Submissive. Ready.
Ethan sobbed, trying to force his knees closed, but the weight of his thighs — the insistent pressure of his hips blooming wider — made it impossible. His legs had become thick, heavy things meant to straddle, not stand.
“Mmmhh—fuck meee—no, I mean—don’t fuck meee~!” he cried, hands flying to his hips in a panic.
But his hips only answered the attention with another surge — crackkkk-pop! — his pelvis grinding, stretching, widening.
The bones groaned under invisible pressure, forced into a wider, feminine splay. He felt his pelvis tilt, angling forward, his posture betrayed by the cursed architecture of a woman’s body. His ass began to shift next — not fast, not sudden — but slow, deliberate, growing with thick, doughy weight.
Cass clapped her hands in mock celebration. “Ohhh yes. That’s it. That’s the bitch spread. The hips. The thighs. The way your knees are pulled apart. You’re turning into a fuckable little hourglass.”
Ethan shook his head violently, tears flying. “No! No, I’m not—I don’t want—ahhhhnnn~!”
But each protest only came out hotter, wetter, needy.
The spreading hips made him look like he was kneeling for attention. His back arched with the new center of gravity. His ass — which he still dared not look at — bounced with each tremor, swelling bigger, rounder, heavier. Flesh settled in tight, obscene curves, clinging to his frame like it knew what kind of body it was making.
“I’m not a girl!” he shrieked.
But the curse twisted it into: “I’m your girl, look at my thighs, they’re sooo thick for youuu~!”
Mason stepped closer, eyes wide with lust and disbelief. “That ass is insane. She’s got the lower half of a fucking stripper now.”
Ethan buried his head in his hands, rocking forward, thighs wobbling with the movement. His whole posture had changed — hips wide, back arched, ass out, thighs so thick they touched even when spread.
It was a body that invited stares, begged for attention. Every breath dragged his chest forward, thighs pressed wide, lips trembling.
And through it all, his voice kept cooing, moaning, sobbing in the same pornographic falsetto.
The curse wasn’t finished. Not even close.
But for the first time, Ethan felt it — the center of gravity in his body shifting. He no longer felt like a man falling apart. He felt like a woman coming together.
And that was terrifying.
Ethan stayed on his knees, his chest rising and falling too fast, every breath dragging a humiliating moan out of him. His fingers shook against his own cheeks, then slid down, betraying him as they brushed across the firm, swelling curves pressing against his chest. He couldn’t stop it—his thighs jerked, muscles tightening, then shuddering as they thickened under his skin, swelling hard before melting into smooth, pillowy flesh. His hips bucked open wider than he meant them to, forcing his legs into a lewd spread. His face burned hotter. His mind shrieked No, no, no, but his lips parted anyway, spilling a breathy, “Y-yes… spread me wider~.”
Cass’s laugh broke, sharp and bright, but it caught in her throat as her eyes dropped lower. She slapped a hand over her mouth, stifling the sound, but couldn’t stop staring. Her voice slipped out between her fingers anyway, low and husky. “Oh my god… look at you. Porn star thighs.”
Mason nearly dropped his drink. He leaned forward, pupils blown wide, his grin wobbling into something raw and hungry. “Fuck, man… those are… those are made for wrapping around me.” His words came out half-teasing, half-hoarse, like his cock was already hard and he was trying not to show it.
The heat surged through Ethan’s hips and lower belly, a molten ache that made his body betray him. His thighs twitched, growing thicker, softer, more obscene, pressing into each other with a friction that sent shocks racing through him. His hands dug into the flesh instinctively, only to jolt when his own touch made him gasp. Inside his skull, he screamed at himself to stop, to fight it, to hold on to whatever was left of him. But his voice—his sweet, breathy, humiliatingly feminine voice—whimpered, “Please… d-don’t stop~.”
Cass’s eyes glittered with cruel delight. “See? Even her body knows what it’s for.” She dragged her nails along her own thigh, a mocking demonstration, while Mason’s laugh cracked again—this time rough, strangled, as if he was choking on his own arousal.
Ethan’s breath hitched, hips rocking forward involuntarily as his thighs spread wider still, the cursed pressure tugging them open like invisible hands were prying him apart for display. The sweat down his spine ran slick between the new curves of his lower back. His knees burned against the floor, forced further apart by the sheer, obscene mass of his thighs — heavy, soft, and hungry for space.
"Mmmnhh—haaah~ spread meee…" he moaned, eyes rolling back before he caught himself, choking on his own voice.
“N-no—fuck—stop spreading me, please, I—I can’t close them—!”
But his body didn’t listen. His hips popped again, bones groaning, and his pelvis tipped forward even more — pushing his plush ass further into the air, arching his back like some bitch in heat.
And then—
It started.
A low, flickering twitch at first, right at the base of his shaft.
Ethan froze.
His breath caught as a strange, crawling itch began to blossom beneath his cock, deep in the sac, like something under the skin was… moving.
"Wh—what—aaahh?!"
He slapped his hands down between his legs, grabbing at himself in a panic. His fingers trembled as they cupped his balls — or what should’ve been his balls — but even as he touched them, they twitched violently, spasming in his palm like they were reacting to his own fear.
"F-fuck, what the fuck is that—!?"
The itching turned to heat — a searing pulse that throbbed through his scrotum and up his shaft. He gasped as his cock jerked, twitching against the soft meat of his spread thighs. His fingers tried to hold it, to stop it, but it only made things worse. The moment his palm grazed his sack, the whole thing tingled, then shuddered with liquid tension — like a balloon full of hot water, ready to burst.
Cass leaned forward with a cruel, fascinated grin.
“Ohhhh, look at her squirm. Something happening to your little manhood, babe?”
"Shut—shut up—fuck—don’t look—"
But his voice moaned the words, sultry and breathless.
His balls twitched again—but this time it was visible. The skin shifted, contracted, the whole thing shrinking. Slowly. Wetly.
"No—no no no—fuuuuck! Not my—ahhhhnnn~!"
A sharp, sizzling pleasure raced up his cock like an electric shock, and he collapsed forward, his thick thighs smacking together with a clap. The pressure in his sack pulsed, then reversed—it was like his balls were pulling in, being reabsorbed, melted down.
And through it all, the itching wouldn’t stop. It crawled up the base of his shaft, tickling, teasing, tingling with maddening heat. His dick throbbed once… twice… then began to soften.
Not just go limp.
It was… thinning. Tapering.
Changing.
Ethan screamed into his arm, hips twitching against the floor, thighs now so thick they crushed his own cursed bulge between them.
And that bulge — his last remnant of manhood — was changing, itching, twitching, and melting into something else.
Ethan clawed at the floor, gasping, his fingers dragging uselessly against the hardwood as his pelvis bucked. His cock twitched again — but not like before. This time it pulled, like something was tugging it down, inch by inch. His balls spasmed, drawing up tight against his body, and the itching became unbearable — a maddening, crawling heat, like they were shriveling from the inside.
He whimpered, voice breaking.
“Wh-what the fuck is happening to my—my d-dick—!?”
His breath hitched again, and his voice cracked higher, more desperate.
“Something’s wrong, I—I can feel it—I think I’m losing it—oh God, fuck, I’m gonna lose it—!”
He clutched his crotch with both hands, trying to stop whatever was happening, but the moment his trembling fingers grazed his balls, they twitched in his palms and pulled away, like they were ashamed of being touched.
“No no no no no—!”
Cass let out a noise — a high, shocked laugh that turned into a strangled cough. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the obscene squirming under Ethan’s hands.
“Oh my God, she’s—you’re—holy shit,” she choked, laughing harder. “You’re actually turning into a girl.”
Ethan’s head snapped up, cheeks flushed, lips trembling.
“No I’m not!”
But his voice cracked, sweet and high and dripping with denial, like a bratty teen girl pouting into her pillow.
Mason, standing stiff now — both figuratively and obviously — just stared with wide, disbelieving eyes. He shifted his drink in one hand, the other very obviously hovering near his crotch, trying to hide a growing bulge.
“Dude,” Mason muttered, voice low. “I think you’re… gonna be a chick.”
“I’m not!” Ethan sobbed, even as his thighs spasmed again, jiggling from the motion. His knees stayed spread, his lower half still trembling like it was caught in the final stages of a software update — version 2.0: bimbo.
“I don’t wanna—I’m still a guy—please—please—just stop—stop looking at me like that!”
Cass grinned wickedly, leaning closer, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.
“Ohhh, sweetie. I think you’re about to be a former guy.”
Then she giggled and pointed. “Look at how scared she is about losing her precious little dick.”
Ethan growled, slamming his fists to the floor. “It’s not little!”
But even that came out wrong — his voice squeaked into a breathy moan halfway through, his body arching as another throb of heat pulsed through his balls.
Cass smirked. “Not for long.”
Ethan’s nails dug into the floorboards, his face red and wet with tears, his thighs quivering violently. The heat pooling in his groin was unbearable now — crawling, shifting, tightening like molten hands squeezing everything between his legs. His balls jumped in his sack, twitching hard enough to slap against his skin, then spasmed again, as if they were convulsing their last.
He gasped, his voice breaking into a desperate wail.
“F-fuck! Oh God, no, no, no—my dick—! It’s—it’s gonna go, I can feel it, I’m gonna lose it!”
His trembling hands cupped his bulge in horror, but that only made the spasms worse. The sac twitched under his palms like it was alive, each throb pulling tighter against his body. The itching crawled higher, racing up the shaft until his cock jerked, swollen and twitchy, before wilting again in a humiliating twitch.
Ethan shook his head wildly, sobbing.
“I don’t want a pussy! Oh my God, I don’t want a fucking pussy!”
But his voice betrayed him, cooing high and husky:
“Mmm, make me a pussy, pleaseee~!”
“Holy shit,” Mason muttered, wide-eyed. He leaned in despite himself, eyes locked on the obscene dance between Ethan’s legs. His smirk trembled, caught somewhere between awe and hunger. “His fucking balls are… are shrinking.”
Cass clapped a hand over her mouth, laughing breathlessly, her eyes glittering. “No way—no way. Look at him. He’s squirming like he’s in heat. He knows what’s coming!”
“I don’t!” Ethan shrieked, but the curse twisted it as it spilled out of his trembling lips:
“I do, I dooo, I want my pussy nowww~!”
Another violent spasm seized his balls, making him arch with a broken cry. The sack tightened, clenched, then twitched again like it was fighting to stay alive. His cock pulsed once, weak and sticky, then wilted even further, drooling down against the spreading swell of his thighs.
Ethan rocked forward, nails clawing at his own skin. “It’s happening, fuck, it’s happening, I’m—ohhh god, I’m losing my dick—!”
Mason’s grin sharpened into something feral, his voice a low growl. “Not losing it, man. You’re trading up. You’re about to get a pussy.”
Cass laughed, cruel and breathless. “Our little virgin Ethan, crying ‘cause he’s gonna be dripping wet between his legs. You’re not a guy anymore, sweetie. You’re turning into a chick.”
Ethan wailed, shaking, hips twitching as another pulse of molten heat crawled across his groin. He didn’t want to look. He couldn’t. But he didn’t need to — his own body told him, in every twitch, every shrinking pulse, every cursed moan that spilled from his mouth.
His dick was dying.
And in its place, something else was being born.
Ethan’s fingers dug desperately between his legs, clutching at himself like he could physically hold on to what was left of his manhood — but it was already betraying him. His balls were spasming, writhing under his touch like live things. Every twitch sent a fresh wave of burning heat through his groin, up his spine, and down into the meat of his thighs, making his knees quiver, making his toes curl.
"Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—!" he cried, grinding his forehead into the floorboards. His voice broke again — a shrill, frantic whimper, breathy and weak. “It’s—oh god, it’s happening, it’s really happening—!”
Another pulse shot through his sack. The skin tightened, then drew up with a sickening slither — like warm grapes being sucked back inside.
"Ah—ahhhhhh!" His back arched, hands flying away from his groin as if he’d touched a live wire. His face twisted in a mix of horror and helpless, rising pleasure.
"Wh-why—why does it feel good!? No, no—fuck—I'm gonna lose my dick!"
Cass laughed — not out of cruelty this time, but from a place of stunned, delighted awe.
“You’re not gonna lose it, sweetie,” she said, eyes gleaming. “You’re gonna trade up.”
Ethan whimpered again, his thighs clenching around a bulge that was visibly smaller now — receding with every heartbeat, like his body was pulling inward, rearranging, rewriting.
“I don’t want a—oh god, no—I don’t want a pussy!”
His voice cracked high, trembling.
“I don’t want a pussy I don’t want a pussy I don’t—ahhhhhhhnnnnn~!”
His balls jerked violently, a final twitching spasm that made his whole pelvis seize. And then—
POP.
They vanished. Sucked up. Gone.
An empty, tingling ache throbbed where they had been. The void left behind pulsed — warm, raw, wet.
He felt it.
Felt the cleft beginning to form.
Felt his skin shifting.
Felt his cock begin to fold inward.
Mason groaned audibly, finally unable to keep quiet. His voice was hoarse, stunned, thick with arousal.
“Holy shit… she’s getting a pussy. I mean—right now. It’s fucking happening.”
Ethan curled into himself, gasping, sweating, shaking, unable to speak—
Only to moan:
“D-don’t let me lose it… p-please… not my dick...”
But even as he begged, his cock twitched again… and started to shrink.
Ethan gasped as another jolt of liquid heat pulsed through his groin, his spine arching involuntarily. His cock throbbed—hard, then soft, then hard again—each twitch smaller than the last. It was shrinking. Slowly. Obscenely.
Every beat of his heart seemed to wring another fraction of size out of him. He grabbed at it, tried to hold it, but even the pressure of his own fingers made it squish and tremble in his grip like it was ashamed to still exist.
“N-no, no, no, stop, please don’t take it—!”
Cass burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Ohhh my god, look at her trying to hold it in! Like you can clench your way out of this, princess.”
Mason stepped in, closer than before, his eyes laser-focused on the obscene scene between Ethan’s thighs.
“Shit, man…” His voice was low now. Husky. He adjusted himself shamelessly, the bulge in his jeans unmistakable. “It’s really going. You’re about to be smooth as a Barbie doll.”
Ethan whimpered, the heat surging again. His cock pulsed once—then deflated, wilting against his fingers like a popped balloon. He moaned and shook, not from arousal or fear alone, but from the confusion of both crashing together.
“Ohhh—god—fuck—why does it feel good?” he sobbed, voice syrupy and weak. “I d-don’t want this, I don’t—I can’t lose my dick—fuck, fuck, it’s getting smaller~!”
Cass leaned over him, her smile feral. “Mmm, it’s not yours anymore. It’s just a little clit-in-waiting, baby.”
Another twitch. The shaft tugged shorter—barely more than two fingers in length now, glossy and flushed. The skin was so sensitive it almost buzzed. Ethan cried out as another spasm hit his balls, the aching, itchy pressure drawing them tighter, higher, up inside.
“Look at that pathetic little nub,” Mason said, licking his lips. “It’s like your cock is trying to crawl back inside where it belongs.”
He crouched lower, grinning now just inches from Ethan’s trembling thighs. “You feel that? That pulling? That suction? It’s your new pussy calling it home.”
“Nooo!” Ethan wailed, but it came out slurred, slushy, a moan more than a protest. “N-not a pussy, not a—ahhhnhnnn~—it’s t-too much—!”
His cock twitched again—tiny, twitchy, desperate—then shuddered under his fingers. It was barely an inch now, pink and pathetic. His sack had pulled so tight it looked like it was trying to vanish altogether, the skin twitching like something alive was stirring beneath.
Cass was enthralled. “Oh baby, you’re almost there. That cute little clit’s just waiting to pop. Say goodbye to your balls, sweetie. They’re not gonna make it.”
Ethan rocked, tears rolling freely now, humiliated beyond belief—but also… betraying himself. His hips twitched forward. His thighs trembled in anticipation. The heat… it wasn’t just punishing anymore. It was coaxing.
He liked this.
And that terrified him more than anything.
“Please…” he sobbed, one hand reaching up weakly toward Mason, the other cupping the barely-there stub of his cock. “D-don’t let it turn into a pussy… please… I don’t want to be—a girl~!”
“Too late,” Mason whispered, voice thick. “You’re becoming the kind of girl guys dream about fucking.”
He laughed softly, leaning even closer, his breath hot.
“And when that pussy pops open, I swear to god, I’m gonna be the first one to see it.”
Ethan writhed, spasming helplessly on the floor like a puppet tangled in its own strings. His thick thighs, now wide enough to crush watermelons, trembled with every desperate twitch of his groin. The heat had become unbearable — molten, searing, alive — centered entirely around what remained of his manhood.
His cock, once hard in shameful defiance, now looked like a joke. Just a limp, twitching inch of former masculinity clinging to life. Each pulse seemed to fight against what was happening, swelling slightly, trying to rise… but the curse didn’t care.
His balls clenched violently one last time, then drew tighter, higher, crawling back into his body.
“No no no no no—!” Ethan’s voice screamed in his mind.
But aloud, between ragged, weepy moans, he sobbed:
“Mmmm I’m gonna cum! Fuck yes, make me cuuhhhhmnnnn~!”
And he did.
A final spurt — small, weak, embarrassing — shot from his dying cock in a twitching arc that barely left his body before splattering messily on his thighs. His whole frame jolted with it, spine arching off the ground, nipples stiff and bouncing with the motion. It wasn’t the climax of a man — it was a girlish, helpless, stolen orgasm, one that left him gasping and mewling like he’d just been fucked senseless.
Cass shrieked with laughter.
“Oh my god—that’s your last cumshot? That’s it?! That’s what you’ve been jerking off with for twenty-two years?!”
Mason, by contrast, was transfixed. He watched with wide eyes as Ethan’s cock twitched one last time, drooling out a final thread of milky white... then shivered.
The shaft gave a sudden pulse—
—and shrank.
Not all at once. No, the curse was far too cruel for that.
Each inch of his cock rippled as though melting, bubbling under the skin. The skin darkened into a flushed pink as it folded inward, fattening into a bulbous, glistening nub. His slit started to form beneath it, soft lips peeling open from nothing, swelling outward with wet heat. His hands slapped over it instinctively, but it was too late. All he felt was the desperate throb of a clit forming beneath his trembling fingers.
His shaft twitched again, smaller now than a finger. Then again. Then again.
He sobbed aloud — and came again.
No semen this time — just pleasure, pure and overwhelming, radiating outward from his forming pussy like a bomb of wet heat. His legs spread further. His back arched. His fingers clawed at the floor. His moans rose in pitch until they were breathy, high, desperate cries.
“M-Mmhhhnnn s-s-stop—aaaAAHH I—I'm—!”
The words died as his voice caught in a throat-clenching scream.
The last twitch of his cock vanished between his thighs with a soft, wet slurp, sinking into the folds of his forming labia. A sticky warmth gushed from the new slit, glistening down his thighs as a final, humiliating shiver passed through his core.
Ethan came as a woman.
A girl.
A slut.
He thrashed in it — wave after wave — thighs clapping obscenely, ass jiggling, toes curling. His mouth hung open, drooling, eyes rolling back in orgasmic terror as his brain flooded with arousal it was never meant to feel.
The curse rewarded his surrender. Made the pleasure unholy. His new pussy pulsed, wept, clenched against emptiness, already craving something inside it.
Mason knelt down beside him, almost reverent. His eyes locked between Ethan’s glistening thighs.
“…Holy fuck. It’s real. That’s a real pussy,” he whispered, voice thick with hunger. “She’s… perfect.”
Cass leaned over and blew a soft whistle. “Well well… guess Ethan’s officially gone. All hail the new bitch on her knees.”
Ethan didn’t respond.
He couldn’t.
His lips parted, his chest rose and fell in heaving gasps, and all he could do…
…was moan.
To be continued...
