"Sdog fo ssenkrad nrut eht nam, otni evissimbus obmib namow!"

You chant a spell and put all your focus into it. Grok stops in his tracks, and his skin glows a bright, blushing pink, and for a second, you think you have him right where you want him. Then you feel your own body tingle...and a wet, wanting warmth spreads over you as the frightening familiar feeling of feminization takes over you.

"GWAH HAH HAH! Stupid witch boi! My scars protect me. They send spell back to you...like rubber and glue!" You try to think of one of the countless spells you know to change yourself back or teleport yourself away, but you had to cast Bimboficus Subbsissifus in hopes of an easy win, and now not only is your body changing to resemble a living blow up doll, your mind is filled with a feverish fog, making it impossible to think of anything but sex.

"Uhm...hocus...pocus? Ala peanut butter sandwiches? Damn, like why aren't my spells working. Do I need a spell checker?" Grok smiles as he lumbers over to you, his sadistically slow pace giving you time to admire his towering physique from your new perspective. Sure, he's still ugly and brutish, but a warped, wicked part of you finds that alluring in an animalistic way. His hulking frame and bulging muscles were so frightening mere moments ago, now they make you feel almost safe...and eerie excited to feel them against your soft skin. His thick, throbbing truncheon dangling between his legs no longer makes you worried that the massive member will kill you if he tries to fit it inside you...instead you are dying to feel him spread you wide open, and willing to die to find out.

You know these aren't really your thoughts and desires, but rather the results of your bimboification spell backfiring, but that doesn't make your cunt ache any less to be filled. Grok is upon you now, his huge hand wrapping around your waspish waist and making a fist as he pulls you up towards his thick, oily lips. The thought of kissing him should send your breakfast shooting out of your mouth, instead it's your tongue darting out past your bubblegum pink lips and plunging into his putrid maw. You should be disgusted. His tongue feels like a slimy eel squirming against yours and tastes like a sewer on a hot summer day. So why are you sucking on it like it was made of cotton candy and cocaine? Why are your legs wrapped around his toned torso and your hips bucking against him, hovering so close...yet so far to his huge cock?

"Oh no SLURP I shouldn't be SHLLP doin' this. Maybe if I KISS cast a MOAN spell...cockus suckus. No...that's not MMPH it...Fuckus Meus? Oh no..." you feel hopelessly horny as the fog grows thicker...harder to think, to resist the awful urges and ****, depraved desire. The cravings are so much more intense than the last time, and then the lust was coming from the outside in. Now, you feel it coming from inside you...so naughty and needy and slutty and shameless. You break the kiss just long enough to hear yourself beg, "Please Mister Monster sir. Please fuck me to ****."

You feel his cock pressing against your drooling lower lips, the sheer size of if sending shivers up your spine. You wish you could say of fear, but you are far too horny to be horrified. Grok loosens his grip and lets gravity do the rest. Your pussy stretches painfully around his prick as you slide inch by exquisite inch down his shaft. This is so much worse than what Warren subjected you to...and so much better. The real **** isn't the agony of having a cock the width of a war club filling your tight cunt so deep you can practically feel it bump your tonsils...it's loving it.

"Stupid slut wanted to make Grok bitch. Now you bitch, now you love Grok! Gwa hah hah!" You want to tell him to go to Hell, but all that comes out is a whorish moan and a giddy giggle. You feel more light headed every second his cock throbs inside you. It's too hard to remember why you are supposed to hate him when you are grinding your wet cunt against the base of his cock, desperately trying to get him deeper. You bounce and babble as you feel your first bimbogasm hit. It sends you into a spasmy spasticy fit of pure pleasure unlike anything you've felt before. It's more than just the physical sensations...like your cunt is lined with countless clits all cumming at once and radiating ravishing rapture throughout your bouncy body. It's like your brain is bubbling over...the harder you get fucked, the dumber you get...and the more bubble brained and brainless you get, the happier you feel.

"Yes! Brandi loves MOAN Grok! I wanna WHIMPER marry your OOH cock and have its AAAAH babies!" Grok laughs at your pathetic adoration and you laugh too, but you aren't sure why. You feel one of his fat fingers find your asshole and slide inside effortlessly with all the girl cum you leaked all over it as lube. His fingers are bigger than your cock ever was and before you know it, you feel two more sliding inside you, stuffing you so full in both of your hungry holes that there is no room left for what's left of your brains. Grok keeps laughing and so do you as he effortlessly lifts you up and down his monster member with his hand still impaled in your ass making you his literal fuck puppet.

Your laughs turn to piggy grunts and little puppy yelps like the bitch in heat you are. Bimbogasms hit you harder and faster until you feel like an empty husk, filled overflowing with cock and hedonistic happiness. There isn't even enough left of you to worry what happens when Grok gets bored of you, or when your seven days are up and Saderos comes to claim his prize. No, as Grok bellows and blows a gallon of cum inside your thirsty cunt, all you can think of is how soon you can milk another load from him.