Struggling against the charm, feeblemind and polymorph spells.

You try and remember the complex formula, words, gestures and semantics that allowed you to manipulate eldritch powers. To bend them to your will and undo what the curse had wrought. You struggle, little fists balling, pretty brow furrowed. It’s so hard. The feeblemind means you’re just not able to think that way. You struggle to focus. Struggle…

How big are your new breasts anyway?! You really want to know. You giggle and swim in your clothes, a weird little body stroke and shimmy that allows you effortlessly to slide free of your boring wizardly robes.

You giggle again vacuously as your overlarge breasts sway free. Your enlarged nipples are fatly erect from the sensual divesting of garments. You tilt your head and grin in sudden realisation. You have the best boobies ever!!!! Better than any girl you’ve ever seen… big and round and soft and so sensitive. Perfect breasts. Jus right for titty fucking-

You shake your head violently as you fight for control, struggling to overcome these slutty girlish thoughts that are growing stronger and stronger.

It’s the curse. You are a man! A wizard! Powerful!!! Not some dumb slut! Not some… pussy?

Your hand slips between your legs finding moist warm flesh. Like peaches! You close your eyes, back arching, moaning, fingers teasing yourself. You bite your lip as you imagine what you could do with your new body. Forget titty fucking. You could be fucked. “Oh yeah,” you groan.

You shiver and gasp and pull your hand free and stare at the juices that coat your betraying fingers. You have no control over your body, you are now a toy, a **** of your sensual whims and… hopefully for others to use. No… not that… you are a man. A wizard. Bargle the Infam… inf… you struggle to remember the word.

It was long. Multi syllabic. Yes. There it is. You’re a nymphomaniac! Bargle the nymphomaniac! Wait. No. Infamous. You were infamous. Bargle the Infamous.

You have been stripped of all your powers and abilities, but you still remember who you were.

The only way to get back is to become the perfect slut and follow every command given to you! The idea is insidious. You realise it isn’t a charm spell. It’s a geas.