The Countdown: A Brother’s Scheme

The Plan B pill sat heavy in your stomach, a fragile lifeline in the storm of the curse’s demands. But Isaac had other plans. As the curse’s timer ticked down—18 hours left—he saw an opportunity. If he could keep you from getting pregnant for the next 18 hours, you’d turn back into a man. But if he could use you until the very last second… well, that was a game he was willing to play.

“You’re mine,” Isaac growled, his hand gripping your wrist as he dragged you through the empty school halls. “For the next 18 hours, you do exactly what I say.”

You stumbled behind him, your legs trembling, your cum-stuffed cunt and ass leaking with every step. The curse’s influence was still strong, your body betraying you with every jolt of pleasure, but the pill gave you a sliver of hope.

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The Plan

Isaac shoved you into the janitor’s closet, the small space filled with the scent of cleaning supplies and sweat. He pinned you against the wall, his cock already hard, his breath hot in your ear.

“Here’s how this is gonna work,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “For the next 18 hours, I’m gonna fuck you every way I can. But no cum inside. Not until the last hour. Then… we’ll see if the pill holds.”

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. You had ****. The curse’s pull was too strong, and Isaac’s grip was unrelenting.

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The Countdown Begins

Isaac started slow, his hands roaming your body, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck. His cock rubbed against your clit, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice rough.

“Please,” you whimpered, your body betraying you. “Please, Isaac… fuck me.”

He obliged, his cock spearing your cum-stuffed cunt, the stretch brutal, your cervix battered by his thrusts. The curse wanted this—your body burned, your walls fluttering, greedily milking his shaft.

“Scream,” he growled, his hand fisting your hair. “Let me hear how much you love it.”

You obeyed, your cries echoing off the walls, your cunt clenching around his cock as another orgasm ripped through you. Isaac pulled out just in time, his cum splattering across your stomach instead of filling your womb.

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The Games

Isaac was relentless. He fucked you in every position imaginable—against the wall, on the floor, bent over the sink in the teacher’s lounge. Each time, he pulled out just before cumming, his seed painting your skin instead of your fertile depths.

But the curse wasn’t done with you yet.

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The Final Hour

The timer flickered—1 hour left. Isaac dragged you to the football field, the cool night air biting at your skin. He pinned you to the grass, his cock already hard, his eyes dark with lust.

“Last chance,” he growled, his voice a feral snarl. “Gonna flood that slutty womb.”

“Yes!” you screamed, your orgasm detonating. Your cunt spasmed, sucking him deeper, as Isaac’s cock swelled. Hot ropes of cum erupted inside you, painting your cervix, his seed spilling into your fertile depths. You collapsed against him, his knotting pulse locking you together, ensuring every drop stayed lodged inside.

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The Aftermath

Isaac pulled out, his cum leaking from your ruined hole, pooling beneath you on the grass. Your stomach bulged faintly, bloated and full, the curse’s timer now a taunting 0 hours left.

You waited, your heart pounding, as the curse’s hold began to fade. Your body shifted, the feminine curves melting away, replaced by the familiar lines of your male form.

Isaac smirked, his hand resting on your shoulder. “Guess the pill worked.”