PROMPT STORY | MICRO MONDAY | SUPERNATURAL

Lost Power

I looked at myself in the mirror, realising things would never be the same again.

“Why don’t you sit on my dick?” I shouted over the loud music in the club.

I was known for being obnoxious after having a few drinks. But the girl with the dark makeup rubbed me up the wrong way.

“That’s the problem with men like you,” she said. “Think you can have anything and anybody you want.”

I shook my head.

“Give me your number,” I insisted.

“No. I told you I’m not interested,” she said.

“I could have you if I wanted,” I said. “Even if you didn’t want it. And there is nothing you can do about it. Because I have the cock that will fuck you while you shout–”

I stopped short as she stared at me with a blank expression.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” I said.

She muttered a bunch of words that made no sense.

“You some sort of witch?” I asked.

Without a word she turned around and left.

“Fuck you, freak,” I mumbled before ordering another drink.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Argh,” I mumbled, slamming my hand down on my phone to turn off the alarm.

My head was pounding. I licked my dry lips and reached for my water.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, knocking the glass onto the floor.

My voice sounded weird.

“Ahem!” I said, clearing my throat.

But my voice remained soft. No longer deep.

“What the hell?” I mumbled, long hair falling over my face.

I tugged at it, realising it was attached to my scalp. I jolted up in bed, feeling something heavy on my chest.

“What the,” I said, feeling my T-shirt strained across my upper body.

I stood up, feeling heavy around my hips and ass. I stumbled to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

“This must be a fucking dream,” I said to myself.

My head was spinning. I wasn’t sure if it was from the hangover or the shock. I didn’t recognise the person staring back at me. They had long hair. Higher cheekbones. Poutier lips.

“What the fuck,” I whispered, running my hands over my face.

I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor.

“No,” I said.

I felt the fleshy mounds on my chest. They didn’t stop jiggling. Every move I made stirred them. Wobbling. Swaying.

“No!” I shouted.

Tugging at my new tits, trying to rip them off like it was some sort of prank.

Slap! Slap!

“Come on, fuck!” I cried out, fingers digging into my flesh.

But to no avail.

To my horror, I realised my big nipples had grown harder.

“This must be a dream,” I said.

My hands shot down to my crotch. A chill ran down my spine. I held onto the basin to keep myself from passing out.

“No, no, no,” I chanted.

I jerked my shorts down. No longer was my above-average cock and balls hanging from my groin. Instead, I now had two perfect pussy lips.

“My cock, where’s my cock!” I shouted.

I rubbed my hand over my mound, feeling the delicate flesh. Tears of frustration ran down my rosy cheeks. I walked back into my room. The soft bouncing of my tits and the jiggling of my ass reminded me what I was.

I grabbed my phone.

“Hello? James? What do you mean who is this, it’s me!”

I collapsed onto the floor next to the bed.

“James, seriously it’s me! James? James!”

He’d hung up.

I stared at my female body: hairless legs, smaller hands and fingers. The meaty mounds on my chest. A wet slit between my legs, where my cock was supposed to be.

What would I wear out? How would I go to work? Give my presentation to the team in a week.

My phone started ringing.

Withheld number.

“Hello?” I said, trying not to sob.

“How are you feeling, Brad?” a female voice said.

“Who is this?” I said.

“Can you guess?”

“I have no idea,” I said.

“Do you think you’ll have a problem forcing that cock of yours into me now?” she continued.

The penny dropped.

“You fucking bitch, you did this to me!” I shouted.

“Better head out soon. You’re going to need tampons before tomorrow,” she said.

“Hey, take back this shit! Reverse your spell or whatever the fuck you did to me!”

But the line was already dead.

Pounding me in the dark:

Written for this prompt by Posy Churchgate: