Ryna was a prominent figure in the community. She owned a small local business, a booming bakery in the Historic Downtown district. With well-liked and well-priced pastries, it had become quite the attraction. Everyone at least knew the bakery’s name, and by extension Ryna’s name.
She had the reputation as the best kind of person, kind, friendly, helpful, and fair in all of her dealings. Ryna didn’t get angry often, though today was sadly one of those rare days when her patience was tested. Ryna was alone in the bakery after hours with Justina, training the latter how to properly close up for the evening. Over the last week, Ryna had no end of troubles with Justina. She caught her multiple times trying to steal some of the more popular menu items, and even some of the more expensive equipment. Already she had shown her far more patience than most employers would have, but the behavior just never stopped.
“You know what, Justina, just pack up and head home,” Ryna said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “You’re clearly not cut out for this job. Leave your apron and go.”
“What?!” Justina exploded at her. “You can’t fire me!”
“I really am sorry, but you’re just not listening to anything I’m trying to teach you. Honestly you should count yourself lucky that I didn’t have you arrested,” Ryna said, her tone remarkably even considering the unjustified outburst of her subordinate.
Justina didn’t respond. She clenched her fists at her side, lowered her head and scowled fiercely. Inexplicably, the room seemed to go dark, almost like a cloud of black smoke was slowly phasing into existence around Justina.
Ryna stepped back, terror gripping her at the sudden odd turn of events. She tried to stammer out her confusion, but her breath seemed stolen from her.
Justina started to speak, but her voice was deep and menacing, almost as if a literal demon was speaking in time with her, meshing its evil voice with hers.
“You are hereby cursed,” Justina started. “If you go a day without a man emptying his balls in your ass, and at the strike of midnight, you will become a fleshlight. You will turn back at the first ray of sunlight, until inevitably, someone will use you for your true purpose. Once they climax inside of you, your fate will become permanent and irreversible. Will it be someone you know, finding a discarded toy in the dead of night? Or a stranger who decided to ravage your pussy against your desperate pleas for him to take your ass instead, until he's left with a cum-soaked pocket pussy? When you become a sex toy, you will keep whatever orifice is currently spread around a fat cock, otherwise, the only thing left of your humanity will be your wrinkly asshole; a fitting fate for a filthy butt slut. So if you can come to terms with your fate, you might just want to kneel at the feet of a man before midnight. Then at least you'd keep those plush lips and taste cum for the rest of your existence.”
Ryna was frozen in place during the whole, seemingly prepared speech. When Justina finished, the light in the room seemed to go back to normal, and Ryna’s terror lifted. Not fully believing what had happened, she looked around the room as if looking for a malfunctioning light or something to explain what happened.
Nothing seemed out of place, everything was normal. But when she looked back to where Justina stood, she gave a start. There was no sign of the other woman at all. Ryna looked around, her expression one of utter disbelief and shock. The kitchen they both had been standing in was not small, so it seemed impossible for Justina to cover the distance to the nearest door in the short amount of time that Ryna had her eyes off her.
She stood there, unblinking, unmoving and in complete silence for a few moments longer, unable to rationalize what just happened. Justina had been so vulgar, something that she had never shown any signs of before that moment, and what was all that about being cursed?
Finally, Ryna shook off the feeling of dread and rushed through the closing procedures, eager to get home. In her haste she even skipped several important activities, instead getting just what absolutely needed to get done.
When she arrived at home, she saw cars in her driveway, only then remembering that her boyfriend, Steve, had some friends over to play video games. She frowned, hoping to spend some time with him to put the weirdness of today behind her. Though that wasn’t likely to happen tonight, it was already almost midnight, and his friends normally don’t leave until sometime in the early morning.
She knew Steve worried about her though, so before she settled in for the evening, she went down into the basement, the source of all the raucous activity.
“I’m home!” she called out to the three men with a smile, doing her best to put her discomfort under wraps.
“Oh, hang on guys, don’t unpause it until I’m back!” Steve said, pausing the game and getting up from the well-worn couch in front of the tv. The other two protested, throwing their hands up in frustration and disappointment.
Steve ignored them, jogging over to Ryna and giving her a quick kiss. She smiled, a real genuine smile this time. Just this little bit of attention made her feel worlds better.
“Love you, I’ll see you upstairs in a couple hours!” Steve whispered.
Ryna went to answer, but suddenly a wave of nausea came over her. Her breath caught in her throat and the room started to become indistinct. She fell, watching her boyfriend’s concerned expression rising away from her. She felt something wrong with her body, like she was contorting and changing. The feeling hit her so fast that she didn’t have time to reconcile what was happening.
After a moment she was still, her senses returning to normal. Though she felt small, and found that her body didn’t respond to her commands. She panicked as she felt the gentle feeling of moving air on her asshole.
“Ho HO boys, look at what we have here!” Steve said and reached down toward her, his huge hand approaching her. His expression was different than a moment ago. Before he was loving and concerned, but now he looked fierce and hungry, like a predator.
Ryna tried to call out to him for help, but she didn’t have a voice. Confused responses came from Steve’s friends as the giant hand wrapped around Ryna’s body. As he lifted her, she caught a glimpse of herself in a full-length mirror leaning against the wall nearby, the one they had taken out during their bathroom remodel.
Her blood, if she still had it, froze. Justina had been right! Steve was not holding a smaller version of Ryna, but a fleshlight, an asshole fleshlight!
“Oh man, is that what I think it is?” one of Steve’s friends asked. “Well fuck this game, let’s have some real fun!”
The other friend cheered his agreement, both of them dropping their controllers and rushing over to Steve, hunger in their eyes as well.
Ryna was both terrified and confused, how could Justina have done this to her? And why was Steve acting this way? He watched her change, he knew, he had to know that he was holding his girlfriend, right?
“Ryna never let’s me fuck her ass, but now she has no choice!” Steve said, excitement with a twinge of anger in his voice.
Steve had never mentioned wanting to have anal sex with Ryna before, she thought, why is he talking like this? A chill ran through her as she realized. Justina’s spell or curse or whatever must be affecting him! He must not be thinking clearly! Ryna desperately needed him to snap out of this, but had no way of trying.
Meanwhile, Steve wasted no time, his free hand ripping at his belt and pants, pulling them down around his ankles.
“Let me get some more beers!” one of the friends chimed in and ran upstairs.
“And I’ll give us something more… fitting, to put on the tv,” the other said, dashing over to the couch again and grabbing the remote.
Ryna watched in terror as she was lowered into position at Steve’s waist. In her transformed state, it appeared that her ‘eyes’ were positioned near the opposite end of her black, feature-less fleshlight body. As such she only got a glimpse of his large, hard cock nearing her virgin asshole.
She flinched as she felt his warm manhood press gently up against her exposed ass, something she had never felt before and never had any desire to feel.
“Oh man, this feels so real, I almost forgot what it felt like,” Steve moaned. If he was aware that Ryna was the sex toy, he showed no sign. He wasn’t even acting like himself, Ryna had never known him to desire anal sex, and in fact, she was confident that he hadn't even tried it before.
She felt her hole spreading as the pressure against her increased. Steve moaned and Ryna tensed herself up against the intrusion. She had no control over any of her muscles, so nothing actually happened, but it felt to her like she was clenching every fiber of her being.
With a moan from Steve and a quiet scream from Ryna, his tip popped past her defenses. To her horror, she could feel the pressure in her rear, even worse than she had imagined it would feel like. At that moment, she heard bad music start to play, accompanied by an over-exaggerated, womanly moan.
“You put porn on!?” Steve laughed, pausing his efforts on Ryna.
“Hell yeah,” the friend joined in the mirth. “Backdoor Bitches, the perfect accompaniment!”
“Whatever gets you going man,” Steve shrugged and looked down again at his new toy. Without warning, he thrust his hips forward and pulled his hand back toward him. The effect of which was to go from ‘just the tip,’ to ‘balls deep’ in a half-second.
Ryna screamed to herself, the intrusive sensation of his cock stretching her ass was a confusing mix of pain, intense discomfort, and just a little bit of sexual pleasure. Before she could get used to the feeling, Steve pulled away, letting the tight grip of her asshole stroke his shaft all the way back up to the tip. The relief Ryna felt was short-lived as he thrusted in again.
“So anyone thirsty?” a voice asked from the stairs as the other friend returned carrying two six-packs of beer.
“Yeah, crack one for me,” Steve asked, pausing with his cock fully buried inside Ryna.
“Okay, but some rules first,” The beer-friend said, glancing down for a moment at Steve’s crotch. “No meat-gazing, and whoever is using that should stay behind the couch.
“Yeah sure,” Steve said and accepted the beer. The other two took their own drinks and sat on the couch facing the tv, while Steve stood behind them.
“Also, don’t bust a nut in that thing, eh? We’re sharing, remember?” one of them said without turning back. A shock ran through the transformed woman as she remembered a part of the curse. If one of them ‘busted a nut’ in her, then she would be stuck like this forever. Panic gripped her. She was at the mercy of three drunk, horny men who apparently didn’t give a shit about her.
But she didn’t have time to worry about that as Steve grunted and started to work Ryna up and down his hard shaft. He started to speed up, moving himself in and out of her faster and faster. He carefully controlled his grunts and moans, apparently trying not to ‘perform’ for the other two.
Ryna couldn’t get a good look, but from their movements over the back of the couch, it appeared like they too were playing with themselves while watching the big-breasted woman get bent over the dining room table.
By now Steve’s pace sped up to frantic levels, ramming himself in and out of Ryna with an animalistic fury, his grunts and moans breaking through his defenses. She screamed to herself, suffering through the pain and humiliation, barely able to keep track of anything going on around her. She became vaguely aware that Steve leaned forward, putting his hand on the back of the couch for better balance.
Without warning, Steve pulled her off his manhood, letting her drop unceremoniously to the floor. She wasn’t even allowed relief from being used as the panic of freefall gripped her. She felt the impact on the concrete floor. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt that much, but she could feel her body’s warmth sapped away by the porous floor.
Above her, Steve had taken hold of himself and was jerking furiously. Finally, he slowed down, his pace slowing to a slow, steady, and long stroke. He threw his head back to the ceiling before keeling over, his load erupting from his cock in spurts, falling on the floor next to where Ryna lay.
When he was finally spent, he leaned his head onto the back of the couch, looking down at Ryna, sucking deep breaths. His eyes landed on her, and his expression shifted to a cruel smile, as if mocking her predicament.
The terror that gripped Ryna well overshadowed any relief she felt that he at least hadn’t finished inside her. Though it would appear that her ordeal was only just beginning. The commotion of her falling to the ground had gotten the attention of the other two.
Ryna was only subtly aware of their conversation, their words not breaking past the trauma that she was still recovering from. She watched as Steve put his clothes back on and walked around to the couch as one of his friends moved into his place. A new pair of pants hit the ground next to her and she was raised into the air again.
Before she knew it, the ordeal started again. Thankfully this man wasn’t quite as large as Steve, lessening the painful stretch. Though what he lacked in size, he seemed to make up for in ferocity.
Ryna screamed to herself as he rammed himself all the way down his already rock-hard shaft without hesitation. The next minutes felt like hours, until once again she was dropped to the ground as Steve’s friend finished himself off.
By the time she was finished with the third guest, she was sobbing to herself, thankful that none of them finished inside her, but completely traumatized by the cold, unfeeling abuse she just suffered. Eventually, she lay on the floor behind the couch, listening to them play video games for a few hours before being left alone in the dark.
Unknown to her, the sun came up the next morning, causing her body to shift and change until she was in the fetal position on the floor, still wearing the clothes from the day before.
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