I see you in the b*r and won't leave you alone. You are getting tired and decide to c*ll it a night -- but you decide you'll do womankind a favor and serve a l*ttle justice. Pretending to relent, you invite me to your place. You offer me a drink, then take me downstairs to your lair. You offer me a seat, whereupon my limbs grow numb and I am rendered immobile.

"Oh, don't worry," you say, "the helplessness you feel is only temporary. It's the easiest way I've found to handle men such as yourself."

"You see, I'm a witch. And when I clearly rejected your advances you should have left it alone. But no, you couldn't do that, could you? And now I'm p*ssed. Does that worry you? It should. Because I'm not just a witch -- I'm a dark witch. A bl*ck witch. A High Priestess with the power to with you whatsoever I wish. And clearly you need to be dealt with. But how shall we do that? Do you have any ideas? I think I do..."

Curse 1:

"Let's start with that p*nis of yours. I imagine you were hoping to get it into something tonight, weren't you? How about if I ensured you could get it into something every night...while gaining a few inches at the same time? Well I have just the "curse" for that. There are a couple downsides, though. First, it is c*mpletely permanent. Second, while you might desire a bit of length to your manhood, you may be left with a bit more than you desired. See, the curse must render your p*nis long enough to reach your own anus, because, well, that's the only orifice into which your p*nis will be able to ejaculate. And if the sight of a woman fills you with lust now, you will soon find your need for release will only intensify under the curse: no longer will you be able to look upon an attractive female without at once being filled with the ungovernable urge to f*ck yourself -- which you'll be powerless to disobey. In fact, the discomfort may often grow so intense that you'll fear you can't make it home fast enough to sit on your c*ck to enjoy sweet release, writhing in ecstasy as your fat mushroom head flares against your clencing *nal walls until they're thickly glazed with the white hot cyclops tears of horny rejection that jet from your throbbing v*rgin shaft."

Curse 2 -- the final choice:

"Actually, I'm afraid that curse might be letting you off a bit easy -- and you almost seemed delighted by the prospect of having *nal s*x with your own p*nis. But not to worry, as I have just the thing for you. Yep, this it shall be. Oh, now you're anxious to know what it is, are you? Well, I'm sure you're like most guys and can't keep your eyes off a woman's breasts, especially a pair of large, pendulous breasts, right? As it turns out, this l*ttle spell of mine can give you a pair of your very own. Imagine what it will be like to have a supple pair of double D's hanging from your chest, each capped by long, hard womanly nipples surrounded by massive areolas. It's what you've always wanted right? Of course you might find it difficult feeling like a man when you start having to wear a bra every day -- and you might find no girl is attracted to a guy with tits larger than hers."

"What's a matter? You don't like my choice? Well, the good news is that the breast growth is not automatic -- there's a way to keep it from happening. But keeping your present figure will require weekly maintenance on your part. The good news is that this will involve plenty of f*cking. Not only that, but you'll be able to f*ck anything you choose....as long as it's a DOG (!). Oh, what's wrong? I mean, it's only a step down from what you could manage to pick up anyway, right? And what's that you ask? What do I mean by 'plently' of f*cking? Well, you should be able to manage at least one dog a day, shouldn't you? Of course, respecting your need to keep the Sabbath holy, you'll only be needing to average, like, six a week! Oh, yeah...and another thing: before you think you can swing down to the kennel to pick up a mate to on the reg, then I'm sorry to inform you the curse will demand that you feed it a steady variety of lovers: while you may soon develop a penchant for adult Standard Poodles and stately Great Danes, keeping those breasts at bay will have you buried deep inside your share of junkhard you might even cultivate the forbidden thrill of 'slumming it doggy style,' and within that chain link fence in the dark of night perhaps you'll experience your best s*x ever."

"Just think, in only several years you'll have made love to a thousand You'll be the Wilt Chamberlain of dog-f*cking losers. You'll be found in the Guiness Book of World Records under the heading of 'most non-human lovers.'" Etc.

The remedy:

"I'll admit it. Even a p*rvert like you may eventually difficult to keep up with the curse's wicked demands. But if the thought of growing large, feminine breasts is unthinkable, there IS a final remedy that will free you permanently from the curse and its effects. Though the prospect, at present, may strike you as morbidly terrifying, trust me: in several years you'll be begging for the cure. But you don't have to wait, I'll tell you now: having ejaculated into the anus of a larger-breed m*le you will withdraw your c*ck, slice it off, then get down upon your hands and knees and perform fellatio on the dog's p*nis as you feed it your own. Bereft of a d*ck, not only will you be freed from the ego-wilting tyranny of chronic debasement, but you'll be freed from the necessity of bothering any of us women!"

"Helpless B*tch to a P*ssed Off Witch"

"Helpless Btch to a Pssed Off Witch"