A female witch.

It was not that complicated of a costume, a long, black dress and a fun, pointy hat; you had even bought along a broom for nice effect. Still, the gown you wore now became your identity. Both mind and body were now **** to accommodate the curse's effects. Arms became lanky but smooth, breasts began to swell in size until they pushed onto the dress, and nose grew outwards and into a hook, while still managing to not make the whole face appear ugly. The mass orgy of transformation ended, and you were left as a voluptuous caster of satanic magic.

Many thoughts emerged; that event happened so quickly. Your first instinct is to turn towards the door in a **** attempt for escape, but that intention is quickly clouded. The curse's control is now ingrained deep inside, altering decisions and unearthing desires. The only feeling now is the urge, the NEED to have sex with someone. Clearly this was not what should be thought about right now, but, then again, you aren't in control of your needs anymore.

A young man sneaks up from behind during your moment of thought and wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel his breath on your ear as he whispers into it.

"Ah, yes, I've always liked 18 year olds...and you're easily the most beautiful one I've seen..."

He moves his head over to where you can look into his face. The man had come dressed as a jester, with a jingly hat and everything, and now rubbed you with soft, white hands on your stomach and breasts; you were encased in his colorful sleeves. The feelings overflowed out of consciousness, as you turned your head over to his and gave him a deep kiss. You grabbed his chest furiously in passion, as he proceeded to tug your dress down and lift it up.

Your other hand went and pushed your panties out of the way. Now you were fully exposed to this stranger; boobs, pussy, everything; completely at the whim of his desires; desires he made clear as he jerked his pants off to unveil his boner. Now you were turned around to face the man, body-to-body. You look down to see that even his penis was a pale white, a tad comical. The gaze was not long, however, short-lived by the jester's impatience. He zipped forward and nailed his dick inside, applying equally powerful thrusts in a matter of seconds.

Both of you thrust and moan and feel the overall excitement of the situation. Each one a soul wading deep into a crowd all feeling the same monstrous intentions. Knowing each couple is currently writhing in their own selfish ecstasy in fantastic forms. Your current escapade draws to a close, as both of you reach a simultaneous climax. After the releasing pop, you begin to feel your haze, thin. Rational thoughts begin to emerge. This ordeal, is so surreal, and needs to be solved. That is, the thoughts come quickly, only to be drowned in a sea of confusion.