Throw the book at him…

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your maddening desire to submit to your needs and your flagging male ego and pride. Houser is your rival, and until this moment you have never once considered him anything more than an annoyance to be destroyed. Until now you have never truly understand the allure of submission.

You reluctantly withdraw your fingers from your pussy. Emptiness... your raw sexual need is causes you to doubt this choice.

No. You are Bargle and you are no man's whore! You are the master of your own destiny. You reach back and grab the grimoire and thrust it at Houser.

Houser catches the tome easily and he sneers at your little act of defiance, then his eyes widen in shock as the cursed grimoire's magic flows into him. He starts to change rapidly.

But then so do you. You feel your large breasts swell even more and you grow even shorter. You giggle though at Houser's fate.