Avoiding being seduced as a glamorous woman was one thing, but Jonah was still a slave to the body and whims of a babe from a perfume ad. He needed to find a way out. He had managed to keep the rich men largely at arms length all tight but he had been able to read their intentions just fine. He had seen in their eyes what they wanted to do to him – the way they stole glances at his body when they thought he wasn't looking. They were like hungry sharks – ready to whisk him back to a thousand dollar a night hotel room and pound him like a piece of meat that needed tenderising. He shuddered in revulsion in the morning twilight.
The experience had taught him that there were worse outcomes than his girlfriend tormenting him with the TV remote and in a way he guessed he had deserved her teasing. He had destroyed her tape... Pulling the fur jacket tight around his shoulders, Jonah started to walk through town in the direction of home. The buildings around him grew shabbier, the shadows longer, the stares colder, and before he knew it, he was in one of the town's less desirable districts – certainly not somewhere for a glammed up billboard babe dripping with expensive jewellery to find herself. He clutched the purse firmly, feeling the phone inside, and an idea suddenly came to him. He knew exactly how to break the curse. He was a genius.
Like every guy his age he knew with too much time on his hands, Jonah had attempted in the recent past to start his own podcast. It failed, of course, the world just wasn't ready for his movie rankings and sports tips, but the videos were still on YouTube and Twitch. Clacking long nails against the touchscreen, he pulled one up and saw himself – huge headphones atop his head and a cigar in one hand. His body transformed instantly. He had won. He even got to enjoy the cigar in the morning sun as he strolled towards home.
After about an hour, a searing pain had built in the arches of his feet. An entire night of walking in heels had taken its toll and transforming back into his own body had offered little respite. Still, he was free now, and if he had to sit on the curbside to rest, so be it. Now, with a moment to reflect on the past day, he realised how humiliated he felt by the whole thing. He had spent the past twelve hours in panties, being groped...sitting down to pee. The need to reaffirm his masculinity somehow grew inside him. But how? He just had his phone and a nearly spent cigar. Of course, he smirked to himself pulling out his phone and switching to incognito mode. His testosterone spiked as the first video began, and all he could think was thank God he had broken the curse.
At least he thought he had. The woman in the video had been stretching an obscene excuse for a dress around a set of impossible curves as she prepared to satisfy five men with cartoonish urgency, And so, now did Jonah... His breath hitched in his chest as he put one hand on the inside of his leg and began to draw it up his thigh. He had never felt so horny in his entire life. The woman in the video was saying how much she needed her holes filling and he felt every bit of it. Pushing himself up off the curb, he stumbled off in search of someone to scratch his itch...of anyone to scratch his itch...
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