Zombie Gender Swap: Spooky Forbidden Halloween Taboo Gender Swap Erotica

by Candy Banger

  Ulfric is a terrible adventurer, looking to win fame and fortune by slaying a vile witch who's been tormenting the men of the city of Kinkton.

  But when an erotic curse totally changes his perspective on life, he is forced to decide whether he wants to fight for good, or fondle for evil.

  This story contains scenes of feminization, masturbation and shemale sex.

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  MY GIRLFRIEND STOLE MY GENDER

  A fun and magical story of surprising gender-swap and seductive body-switch madness!

  Just when Toby thought he'd finally found the perfect girl, she dropped an absolute bomb-shell on him: She's a witch, with strange erotic powers.

  At first confused and not a little intimidated, soon, Toby's view on life is totally changed by her sensual, feminizing power!

  This story contains scenes of masturbation, body-part switching, feminization and other explicit content.

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  The inside of the fetid hut was dry as a bone. Plush pink and purple draped silk curtains hung from every surface, creating a sense of opulence I’d never witnessed before. There were cushions, tasseled and plump, piled up in sumptuous mounds against the walls. Then I realized, the inside of the shack was much bigger than it appeared from the outside.

  I stepped through the door over and again in disbelief. It was a huge circular space in here, and a doorway led into a dimly lit corridor, twisting its way under the earth. Each time I stepped into that warm, soft environment, the scent of some gently burning, unusual incense hit me, like patchouli or sandalwood, slightly sweet and musky; it was dark and hedonistic. I felt an immediate swirling tug at my groin, and found myself thinking of Rowena, Godfrey’s slave. I’d never felt the touch of a woman. I wondered how it would feel to sink my… no, now wasn’t the time for those thoughts.

  Suddenly, I heard a cry from further down in the bowels of this nest. My hand shot instinctively to the hilt of my sword. I listened again. When the shout came this time, it was much clearer:

  ‘Help me! Someone help me!’ It was a woman’s voice. She sounded terrified, and in pain. I had to rush.

  Without thinking, I drew my blade and ran down the passage. It was lit by flickering torches and I cast long shadows as I made my way further in. The walls were a cobbled brick, cool and damp. I could still smell the incense. I wondered briefly whether I was still in the swamp at all, or whether the witch’s magic had transported me elsewhere. Again, throbbing thoughts of Rowena entered my mind. I’d occasionally caught sight of her entrance before, snatched visions of her smooth cleft. As I thought about it, how silken it was and delicate, I felt my penis growing hard under my leather loincloth. Why was this happening now?

  Eventually, at the bottom of the passage, I reached a heavy, oak-wood door. It was held together by solid, black cast-iron straps. I could hear screaming and groaning from inside. A young woman’s voice crying out for help. I reached down and tried the handle. It was open. With a roar, I pushed open the door and brandished my sword mightily.

  The scene in front of me made me sick. A woman, bent over, nude, strapped in place by hundreds of thick leather straps. She was gripped tightly around the arms and legs, with her head twisted back so I could see her face. Her knees were strapped together and bound. The straps were pulled taut and hoisted through large metal hoops attached to the walls. Her flesh bulged where she was strapped. She was a healthy girl and handsome of body.

  In front of her, was a mirror. I could see her breasts and stomach in it. Everything was stretched out. I had to help her.

  ‘Thank god,’ she yelled, wriggling desperately against her restraints.

  ‘I will set you free!’ I said, moving toward the nearest wall-hoop.

  ‘No!’ The woman said. ‘You have to fuck me. Please.’

  Then I saw, in between her legs, beating and radiating delicious heat, her pussy. It was streaming.

  ‘Please! Fuck me! Make me yours! It’s so bad! I need you! Pleeeease! Push it into me, up into my guts! Spray my womb with your cum!’ The terrifying thing was, I wanted to. I was desperate to.

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  I felt the uncommon heat of desire unfolding in my groin. My cock, hungry for this woman, hungry to feel the heat of any woman, was pumped and full of blood, ready to be buried into this begging woman’s pussy. In a sort of trance of lust, I started to undo my armour, removing each strap in a frenzy of panicked excitement.

  ‘Please, hurry! I need you inside me!’

  Then, my clothes were off. The smell of spice and incense were overpowering. I stepped toward the trussed up slave, my cock bobbing in front of me, harder than it had ever been.

  I grabbed huge handfuls of her creamy flesh, and, lost in passion, bent down and licked thickly up her bound pussy. She tasted as sweet as honey, as salty as the sea. She moaned in pleasure. I felt a numbing pleasure spread on my tongue. I felt a building pressure in my cock.

  With a groan, and a flick of my muscular hips, I buried my aching dick in the pussy that had been presented to me. It felt incredible! Warm folds of wet, tight flesh clamped around me, sucking me in. Fuuuck, it felt unbelievable. I started to pump harder and harder, and the woman in front of me started to shake.

  ‘I’m coming!’ she screamed. So soon? I thought to myself. Did my cock feel that good? Then she started to shake and groan, convulsing in front of me. I pumped harder still, wanting to take as much pleasure from this wench as she was willing to give. But something felt wrong all of a sudden. More and more juice pumped from the slit as I fucked it. Too much! Soon it was like a river pouring out. And… my penis. It felt like it was getting smaller. I could feel it shrinking. What was going on?

  I pulled out of the still shaking woman and looked down. I could see it growing smaller, pulling into me. And, my chest! It was swelling, I could feel pressure inside my leather armour, could feel something pushing out! What was happening to me?

  I could feel my muscles shifting around under my skin, my hair getting longer. I held a handful of my now blonde locks and felt faint. I glanced down again at my groin.

  My penis was totally gone, my balls too. I was left with a smooth stretch of silky skin. I moved my hand down to touch it, and felt a small slit.

  As I traced my fingers around it, I felt the swirling darkness of panic envelop my mind, and I tumbled to the ground in a somnolent haze.

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