Some Advice

“We’re sorry John. This is way out of our league. Study up, you know? Maybe that way you can help yourself. Girls... let’s go.”

With that all five of them leave you among the dusty books and with a horror strikes look on your face. You look around at several of the books hoping to find something to help you.

“Magical fauna, no... beasts and where to, no... fuck! I can’t find anything useful!”

You grab a handful of books and take them to a table to read, at least to do something productive. The books do little to chase away the awkward thoughts however. Mental images of meaty cocks, dripping pussies, swollen bellies, and everything in between. The curse is really running you through the ringer, you can’t tell what ideas are yours and what are the curse anymore!

Sinking your face into your hands you try to push the intrusive thoughts away when someone taps you on the shoulder...