A surprise guest

36 hours earlier...

Karina was relaxing at home when she first sensed it. Magic was seeping into her. As a trained witch she knew to recognize these sensations. With her training she could also use the sensations to identify the nature of the magic.

This spell felt like a lover sensually caressing her, but a better lover than any she'd had the opportunity to know. It felt electric, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter and brighter with each caress. Clearly this magic had an intense sexual component. And the caster was powerful to slip it past her defenses. She could feel it transforming her body, remaking her ordinary body into one straight out of men's wildest fantasies. It was reshaping her personality, not completely, almost as if overlaying something new onto the personality already there, but something powerful. She could also sense that the magic was trying to prevent her from realizing she was being transformed by magic. The spell was seductive, promising her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, and she could feel herself succumbing to its power.

As much as she resisted, it was only this memory blocking that she seemed able to fight. She saw that her outfit was transforming too, from the casual outfit she wore around the house it was becoming something else. Something sexier. Something seductive. Something she could use to tease men. A red, velvet body suit clung to her torso, cut high on the hip to show every inch of her shapely thighs, cut very low at the top to show the deep cleavage of her newly enlarged breasts. The suit clung to her body like a second skin, and she could feel the fabric caressing her nipples, teasing them into hard buds. A pair of knee high, vinyl platform heel boots caressed her long legs. The boots made her feel tall and powerful, and she knew that she could use them to their full advantage. Her hair had become long and flawless, her face the epitome of a seductress with full lips and deep piercing eyes. Her hair cascaded down her back in a silken curtain, and she could feel the weight of it against her skin. The face of a seductress stared back at her from the mirror, and she knew that she could use this power to her full advantage.

The magic was slowly, surely transforming her into a sex goddess, and she could feel her inhibitions melting away. She felt a need to tease men, seduce them, bend them to her will. She felt a knowledge of seductive skills so intense and all-consuming that no one would be able to deny her advances. She felt power coursing through her veins, felt her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm. The magic made her feel more confident, more alluring. It made her feel like she could have any man she wanted. She felt like she could seduce the world.

Then she felt a sudden, sharp desire to have a specific man. In that moment she realized why the spell had so easily slipped her defenses, it was her spell. The man she wanted to tease and seduce was the man about to marry the woman who had stolen her own husband. She seethed that in just over three years that man-stealing hussy had managed to find a man to fall in love with her. She wanted **** all over again. She wanted to make the woman pay for what she had done. She wanted to see the woman suffer the way she had suffered. She wanted to see the woman's life fall apart.

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a woman that could tease and seduce a man into doing literally anything for her. She realized that was in fact the point of her transformation. She had cast the net on her spell wider than she'd intended in her original fury, and the spell even saw her as a woman in... Sarah, that was her name... Sarah's life. As the witch that cursed her, she understood how the spell had made that connection. She could get her **** even more directly than she had hoped. Between the way she looked now, her newly acquired skills of seduction and teasing, and a little extra help from her magic, she would be the one that would steal Sarah's husband away from her. She just needed the right outfit, and she just knew, looking at what she was wearing now, that she was about to find her closets full of the right outfits.

Present...

After the photos were completed, you started to make your way toward the reception area, but stopped short at the sight of a dynamite blonde in a dress that looked fit to explode from her tight, shapely body. The tight, black dress hugged her curves in all the right places. It showed off her cleavage and her long, shapely legs. The slit up the side of the dress went up to mid thigh, and gave a view of her perfect, smooth legs . She finished the look with a pair of tall, black heels and a strand of pearls around her neck.

The blonde looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. She was the epitome of perfection. She was the kind of woman that made heads turn and hearts race. She was the kind of woman that made men weak in the knees. She was the kind of woman that made you want to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin and the curve of her body. She was the kind of woman that made you forget your own name, and certainly forget the name of any other woman you'd been with.

The woman was a stranger to you, but she walked straight up to you with a sway to her hips that had a powerful effect on your libido. The moment she reached you she kissed you, directly on the lips, with such passion and intensity that it took your breath away. You kissed her back with just as much passion, not knowing who she was or why she was kissing you. When she finally broke the kiss, she stared deep into your eyes, as if she could see into your soul. She then smirked, knowing that she had found what she was looking for.

"You must be Bill. My name is Karina- I knew Sarah in college and simply HAD to come to the wedding. I didn't get an invite, but I'm sure you can find something to squeeze into me... I mean somewhere to squeeze me in of course.", she laughed slightly. "Sorry - I think you slipped me the tongue... I mean, it was a slip of the tongue." This second statement made it clear it was not.

"I will see you inside me.", she said, not correcting herself this time as she walked away. You turned and saw Sarah looking your way and the look on her face was not happy. This appeared to be the first time she had finally seen one of these events and realized what was happening. Of course, what Karina had just done left little to the imagination.

"Bill,", she didn't yell as she stormed over, but you got the sense that was because Sarah was a master of decorum. "I can't believe you were making out with another woman, at our wedding."

"What, Sarah, no, I'm sorry. She just walked right up to me and started kissing me. I couldn't pull away.", you left out that this was because your tongue was in her throat and you didn't want to pull away.

"You didn't seem to be resisting very hard."

"Sarah, I don't even know who that was. She said she was a friend of yours from college, Karina."

Sarah looked after where the woman had walked away - and she seemed to have almost magically disappeared. Sarah couldn't remember a Karina from college, but the name did remind her of someone, she just couldn't think who.

"So, this woman just threw herself at you, without warning?"

"No warning at all. It was virtually an attack.", you responded.

Sarah didn't seem to completely by your story, but it seemed clear her anger had a new target. "I'm going to go find this woman and ask her to leave.", and with that Sarah headed into the reception hall.