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Celebrity Curse: Daddario Edition
🕑 Added 2020-09-07 05:47:06 +0000 UTC
Matthew couldn’t help the dread building in him as the clock ticked towards twelve past ten, unsure of what would happen. He had joked about it for years as just some crazy wiccan lady trying to sound powerful and secret, but he couldn’t help circling back to her words. It had been at the start of high school, one of those dares to fuck with the gothy chick who sat by herself away from the other students. He had tossed her lunch over her and then a few days later after school she had dusted some weird powdered shit that burned for an hour on him while growling out some language that sounded like a heavy metal singer trying to do scatting. Too busy trying to wash the shit from his eyes to thrash her, the bitch had just causally walked up to him and said, “When you turn of age under the full moon, a new you will rise from your shredded carcass, a jerk off into what they jerk to asshole.”
He always played it off like she was trying to be edgy, but it bothered him how clearly he could remember those words when so much of high school had been a blur. Now he had graduated and was enjoying his summer before a college year he knew would be spent more on partying than any kind of academic fulfillment. And it wasn’t like he had changed or anything since then. After her little stunt he had made sure to bully the shit out of her with some friends until she had transferred away to another school, but she had tossed her powdered shit onto all of his buddies. It was dumb to think that magic could exist, but he had no way of explaining the last year and a half. None of them had really given much of a shit when the full moon hit, but in retrospect, they had lucked out until Junior year, the night of his best friend Jake’s birthday in the spring quarter.
The plan was to go all out on the weekend since the night of he started complaining saying he was coming down with something. The whole month leading up to his birthday he had been pretty fucking weird too, looking paranoid, constantly shivering and while Matthew had tried not to be a dick at the time, he had been making these random moans at lunch while looking embarrassed. There had been a growing divide from the weirdness so no one was all that insistent about forcing the issue when he decided he had to go home, but none of them expected that to be the last night they’d ever see him. His parents had been out for the week, and the only lead the police had was a strange girl that had left the house, well that and apparently some, “wild, crazy sex” that had caused his neighbors to call in a noise complaint.
Matthew and his other two friends, Tad and Jackson, all immediately figured it had to be that weird goth chick that had done it, but the police had found video proof of her working at a Hot Topic our of state ruling her out. A few months later it was Tad’s turn, the same weird behavior as they texted they were feeling wrong the night of their birthday, scared of the full moon about to peek out of the clouds. The next few texts were garbled letters and then he was gone, the police ignoring their talk of spells and goths and curses. Jackson’s birthday had skipped a full moon that year, but last month he had left two voicemails on Matthew’s phone, one screaming in pain as they tried to say something about someone named Kate, the second one disturbingly erotic as a weirdly familiar woman’s voice moaned and beckoned Matthew to join them as she made sounds that were clearly of her cumming before the audio cut out. He had deleted them out of fear before cursing himself out, his only source of proof gone as the last of his friend group vanished, leaving behind only some very soiled sheets and little else to go on.
Now it was his turn, a full moon threatening to peek outside the clouds on his almost birthday and no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he just hadn’t been feeling right once the month started. For one thing he was a hell of a lot hornier, his supply of kleenex restocked twice in ten days as everything just felt incredibly sensitive. Just rubbing his skin was enough to get him hard and every day he woke up to find small dark hairs littering his sheets. Was he molting? Was it radiation or some shit? He had seen his other friends growing more and more despondent as their worries had been ignored so he didn’t even try, going to his parents’ beach house and stocking up on hunting equipment to Home Alone this shit if someone came for him. But this wasn’t something he could just trap and keep at bay. Every day he could feel something building inside, and his nights were spent masturbating to his celebrity crush, Alexandra Daddario, their roles starting to shift and merge each night until he imagined he was her getting fucked as his wet dream turned nightmare, waking up in a cold sweat with more shed hairs floating in the damp spots.
Matthew couldn’t understand how he could be so horny and terrified at once, the night sky starting to clear as he drew the curtains, his dick so hard it hurt as it stretched the front of his boxers to their limits. He tried drinking but even a sip upset his stomach now, almost like his tolerance had gone down over the last week, the room spinning as he ended up spitting out most of the shot of rum he had poured for himself. Great now his stomach was rumbling, his body breaking out into a hot, sticky sweat that made his shirt stick to him in patches around his nipples. Actually fuck it was stuck pretty hard to them, some confused moans echoing in the empty beach house as he tugged at the undershirt, groaning as cum dribbled down his thighs, his undershirt tearing apart in a weirdly neat pattern as the clock struck eleven.
“Th-The fuck?!” No matter how he looked at it, it looked like a precut crop top, the white top now more sports bra than shirt. The cloth felt tighter too, softening as he swore the grain of the fabric was altering, clenching subtly around his nipples as they hardened. Shit the way his nipples were poking out, they almost looked kinda-
“Nngh ahhh~!” More cum spilled down his thighs, his boxers pulled so taut they clearly outlined his erection, almost like they were grappling to it, rubbing his shaft raw. He had to take a shower, get his mind off shit, the water would unstick his shirt. It seemed to take forever to get there, each step a tremendous effort as it felt like the muscles were starting to rebel, his body subtly pulsating like something was trying to break free only to go back to normal when he focused on a spot, the skin smoother, tanner. There was a noticeable pant to his voice now as he stumbled to the bathroom, regretting his decision to look in the mirror at his half naked body as he turned the knobs for the shower. It wasn’t right to say he looked emaciated, but his bones were pressing against the skin in weird places, his hips blocky and bony, his fingers looking like human gloves over a hand not meant for them.
“No no no this curse shit isn’t real it’s just some dumb goth bitch’s mmph ohhh~ w-wait! My voi- h-huh?!” Shit he was losing it, still testing out his voice after he swore he heard it suddenly turn girly, familiar. Checking on his Adam’s Apple, he was relieved to see the bulge of his neck still there, but he had to take it a step further, pressing it down with a finger, groaning as he found it to easily press in, gagging as he accidentally pressed it flush to the skin, choking his airways as a high, feminine wheeze tried to unclog his throat. The oxygen loss mixed with the alcohol, an inappropriate rush of ecstasy rising as the moan that resulted couldn’t be held back, the lump in his throat dribbling out and down the drain as an unmistakable cry of feminine passion left his lips. Shit this had to be a fever dream or something, the specificity of the voice leaving his lips too bizarre as his lips felt bruised, tender as they swelled out. Yeah he was just sick with something and hallucinating, there was no way his fucking celeb crush’s voice could be coming out of his mouth, each moan matching every interview of Alexandra Daddario he’d jerked off to. His body was burning up now, the clock striking twelve as he went into the shower dazed, not even taking his socks and underwear off, sighing as the cold water hit his hot skin.
Sighs soon turned to screams, the cold water steaming against his skin as his bones cracked like burst pipes. He had to brace himself against the shower wall, feeling his skeleton tear itself apart, shredding muscle as his frame forcefully shrunk down. It was all fucked as he screamed, feeling his body break, his shoulders jerking spastically before eventually grinding down to slender, rounded shapes, making his internal nausea worse as his innards felt too big for his shifting frame. His hands clutched at the knobs, trying to shut the water off, the jerking muscles leaving them too weak to do much as the joints extended, his cells going through rapid cycles of life and death as the spare dead skin was forced out in his nails, a solid inch growing out on each finger in glossy fashion, the bony fingers popping down to slender things, the muscles regaining their strength as his palms softened, shedding away to dainty softness, the pain fading with each shift to femininity.
It felt better than sex when a change finished, the pain necessitating a rush of endorphins once it stopped, his screams hiccuped with pleasured moans as his abdomen writhed like the movement of some great, slow snail, waves of change roiling through in slow, squishy patterns, his organs being squeezed smaller, made to fit his slimming vessel, his sides starting to curve inwards as he puked up the remnants of his alcohol and cheap fast food from lunch earlier.
“NNNGH! Fuuuck s-staaaahhp OH GAAWWWD~!”
It was like he had been punched in the stomach, the sudden force collapsing it down, all muscle and fat squirming inwards to the chaotic mess that was his core. It feminized with a series of moist, painful snaps, his navel curving enticingly, longer now, the dips of his waist heaving attractively as pressure mounted from the forced out mass as his spine broke into a curved arch. The first was in his chest, pressing against the hardened mass of his pectorals as his strength was drained, the stomach heaving before his eyes flat, toned and womanly, but the other source of pressure bothered him much more, forcing squeals as the remains of his shredded, jettisoned insides pounded at the base of his cock, struggling to break free. Matthew was begging it to end, then squealing for more as his cock exploded out cum, the force of his release shredding parts of his boxers, his socks joining the shredded material as they melted to white goop swirling down the shower drains.
The pain was breaking something in him, making him crave it, lean into it as he moved his face under the full force of the showerhead, crying as he felt his features crack and crumble, his old self eroded away as his pained look seemed sultrier, sexy, his eyes pressing against his skull as the sockets were broken into larger holders, his eyelashes fluttering as his hair turned soggy and burdensome. Something tugged it, drawing his pleasured screams out as torturously as it pulled out his growing hair, his scalp feeling torn as luscious locks of chestnut framed his face, Matthew finally finding the strength to shut the water off and crawl his way out of the shower. He saw his celeb crush’s face in the mirror, nearly cumming at the sight of her, groaning as the bones of his hips visibly tensed against the skin, threatening to burst out.
“FUCK FUCK NOOO~ Ohhh Sh-SHIT YES!”
CLRRCH
Water sprayed everywhere from his widened hips, his ass shaking like a dog trying to dry itself, Matthew moaning like a bitch in heat as fat drained into the flat muscle, breaking through in ecstatic spurts as he felt his bony bottom round and sensitize. His cum was starching the white panties, making them tighter as they seemed to juice his cock, aided by his thighs clamping down around his struggling shaft, thickening as if desperate to add to the unbelievable ecstasy rolling through his body, centering in his wet, sore nipples. With a meaty THWUCK his ass and thighs exploded, his body recreating a twisted wet dream as his cum felt slicker, thinner, less of it trickling out as his new booty bounced and jostled in its growing agitations. A noticeable bubble formed in his stomach, one final last round of flatness running up it as it made the mass behind his erect nipples start to boil over, hot jets of ecstasy making him squirm as he struggled his way into his room, desperate for release and realizing he needed moonlight to finish him off.
He nearly broke the light switch coming in, tearing down one set of curtains as the light of the full moon filtered in through the weather tempered glass of his bedroom, the push and pull of gravity on the waves playing out in each pec, the muscle roiling about in liquified fat, the full moon’s strength centering its pull on each nipple as Matthew threw his head back in primal bliss.
“AHHHH AHHHH~ FUCK PLEAASE M-OOOORRREEE~!” It could have been hours, it could have been minutes, time condensing down like the fatty deposits sloshing about his chest, lazily flowing out, stretching his nipples, inflating them with unfulfilled arousal as he desperately clawed at them through his shirt. Each grope found his fingers digging into softer and softer muscle, dimpling in the fat, drawing out corrupted screams of ecstasy as his dirty cock spilled out every ounce of sperm left inside, one final attempt at pulling off the obstructing fabric backfiring wonderfully as he pulled his breasts out three more cup sizes, the pleasure winding him as the sleeves tore off, leaving a drenched, tight bra that drove his mind wild with lust as it buzzed against them, the finale approaching.
With no cum left to eject, the magic worked at his mind, chunks of his brain liquifying and reshaping, the unneeded bits dribbling out as he thrust his cock into the window’s moonlight, ready for the curse to fuck it away. He stood balanced on the edge of a torturous tightrope, his cock fiery, balls so blue they almost were black as he didn’t just want to give in, he NEEDED to, but as the minutes ticked by nothing happened. The curse was teasing him, not letting him feel release unless he bathed it in the glow directly, Matthew cursing as he started dragging himself down the stairs, cringing with every scrape of his cock as he left a slimy trail of his past on the way out. He wondered how far his friends had made it before they had given in, if it was even possible to resist such alluring corruption. The thoughts didn’t last long, streaming down his thighs as he groaned, finally breaking past the front door and onto the sandy oceanside.
The closeness of the end was maddening, his screams rising out into the night as he thrashed about the sand, finally ending up on his back, legs splayed and hips upthrust to the moon, begging for it to be taken, for his shitty masculinity to be crushed, to be made perfect. For one terrible second he worried it still wasn’t enough, ready to give up his name, his past, anything as long as it meant release from this throbbing, painful need. The final surge of magic cupped his balls and encompassed his cock from base to tip, leaving him to bask in the final throes of ecstasy as his shaft crunched and shifted. The pain was exquisite, her mind flashing away, new thoughts filling in the pleasure burnt sections as the magic jerked her cock around like an amateur driver trying to learn a stick shift. In one of its violent throes her left testicle was squished inside, her first name replaced with Alexandra as she felt it squirm inside her, shifting to an ovary. The other didn’t last much longer as her shaft had been worked down from its upward point to straight down, the panties, magic and thighs all coming down at once to drive it into its final resting place.
She screamed until her throat was ragged, her hands pulling at her hair as her cock was roughly slammed into her, fucking her into submission, blurring fantasy with reality as every last wet dream of her became mixed into her identity, her shaft carving out her own cervic, pounding her prostate into a womb, the muscles inverting in hot shocks as each inch that slipped inside massaged more and more of her shrinking cock. Any last though of Matthew was submerged in the all encompassing pleasure of being Alexandra Daddario as her tip imploded inside her, her freshly formed clitoris ramming into place as she finally came, an explosive gush of juices glittering in rainbow sparkles under the moonlight. The pleasure was too much, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, her pussy leaking more and more as the sublime ecstasy blasted through her again and again as her conscious mind faded, one low, tremulous moan of satisfaction lost under the sound of the waves as she passed out in utter bliss.
Alexandra woke up the next day groggy and sore, confused with where she was, hell who she even was when she remembered. She didn’t know why she had such a weird dream of some jockish asshole turning into her, but it wasn’t like she’d be the first. A few of her close friends had admitted to having such dreams before, the most recent one being Kate Upton who had blushed heavily whilst admitting to it. It only made sense she’d have the same dream after all of them, though hers had been far more intense than the others from how they’d described it. Now which of these beach houses was hers again?
Days later in a Hot Topic, the girl at the register was smiling at a missing person’s report, adding it to her favorites while her coworker tried once more to annoyingly hit on her.
“Ah that’s badass, favoriting more of your missing classmates? Fuck those jock assholes. They don’t know how to treat a woman right… unlike me.”
“Not interested.”
“Oh come on you didn’t even-”
“Not interested!” It was starting to get annoying and he was souring her long term revenge. She wasn’t dumb enough to curse someone and have it go off while she was still around and it had been so fun to play the long game and see the effects. Hell she had even rented binoculars for that last prick’s change and watched from afar the parts she could, though she wished she had made him need the moonlight sooner though the end was quite a sight to behold.
“Fine… bitch.” He mumbled out the last part, setting her on edge as she watched him pull out his own phone, his search bar popping up briefly as she saw multiple searches with Emma Watson’s name pop up. It all clicked together then.
“Hey isn’t your birthday coming up near the end of the month?” That caught him off guard as he looked up, his studded eyebrows wrinkling as if unsure what she was getting at.
“Yeah night of the full moon. Was gonna make it a werewolf bash with some frie-”
“What if we had our own little date together, just the two of us, alone in the moonlight…”
Comments
Charoset
Well it hasn't been requested for a reward so who knows.
Super-Spartan95
VERY good does that mean Emma Watson is next? Please do that I would love to read that
