Isaac, your best friend

Even though he screwed you (literally!) Isaac is still your best friend. You’re sure he’ll help save you from Chet. It’s with some trepidation that you knock on his door the next day. You’re startled when he opens the door, he looks absolutely terrible!

“Oh thank god John, you’re here, you’re still… you!” He hugs you half to **** before you manage to extract yourself. “I’d hear Chet… never mind. I’m just glad he didn’t get you” You push him off and walk inside. “He did get me” you snap at him. “He just… didn’t finish the job. But it’s only a matter of time, so I need your help. To get him to leave me alone and/or to get rid of this curse.”

You plop down on the couch. “And don’t even think about putting on porn again!” He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I promise John. I’m sorry for yesterday and for what happened with Chet…” You wave him off. “It’s done, we need to figure out my next step. Because I am not becoming Chet’s **** for the rest of my life!”

“Right, no, definitely” He pours you both a cup of coffee. “Way I see it, there are several options to get him to leave you alone. Option one, if someone else knocks you up.” You frown at him. “You better not be getting any ideas Isaac…” you warn. “No no, just you know, putting everything on the table” he says hurriedly.

“Option two” he continues, glossing over your objections. “You get someone else pregnant to break the curse”. “Like who?” You ponder. “I don’t know” he shrugs. “We can find you a one night stand or something, I’ll wingman you.” You give him a soft punch in the shoulder. “Thanks man, but being a dad in college is only slightly better than being a mom in college. I guess as a last resort it’s an option” You smile and he looks away… is that a blush? Why is he blushing at your smile?

He clears his throat. “Another option is to try and find the gypsy that cursed you, maybe she’ll remove the spell? Dunno, worth a shot right?” “My dad’s been looking for her for years and years… I mean we can look, but I’m not hopeful on that one”

“What else… maybe we can try to find some **** material on Chet?” “Maybe…” you’re hesitant. “Dude’s family is crazy, insanely rich and connected. I’m pretty sure Chet used his connections to basically turn Emmaline into his ****. I’d be taking a risk trying to **** him” “So you either risk him turning you into his **** or… he turns you into his **** anyway.” “Good point” you concede.

“All right, we’ll shelve the **** idea for now, I’ll keep my ears open just in case. Best bet is to find the gypsy I think and get her to lift the curse.” You nod with a certain amount of skepticism. Isaac sounds very sure of himself, but you think if she could be found, your father would have done so already.

Your phone rings and your breath stops as you see the message. It’s from Chet.

“Hey Doe. Had a lot of fun last night. Figured you might want a memento.” What follows is a number of photographs of you. Pictures of you blowing him, of him fucking you. And a picture of his cum all over your face. Lastly he sends a video, a compilation video of everything he did with you. "Can't wait for next time". “Fucker taped me!” you growl.

“What an asshole!” says Isaac, who is not subtle at all about trying to see the images on your phone. You sigh and hand it to him, trying to suppress the arousal the images are giving you. You barely notice him sending the images to his own phone as you stumble away. The images, the video, the memories. You can almost hear Doe whispering in your ear. “Let me take over, you know you want to. And Isaac looks yummy!”

Isaac notices you struggling and walks over to check on you, the video of Chet fucking you running on the phone. You hear yourself coming on his cock and it pushes you over the edge. “Fffffffuckkk” you exclaim as your body changes, slumping forward into his arms as the transformation finishes. You look up at him and can’t help but licking your lips, remembering Isaac’s cock.