The strange voice that was driving the curse suddenly sensed the presence of a pair of its were-breeders approaching, and followed their lust to its source. Marty and Jane weren’t going anywhere soon, so the Voice could focus its attention on this new presence for a while.
Ric and Shari burst into their shared apartment, exhausted after their daily ten-mile run and workout at the gym. Laughing, they collapsed together onto the couch in a heap, panting and reeking of sweat.
“Baby…” Shari muttered to her boyfriend. “I…”
“What, honey?”
“I… I totally worked out harder than you today. You wimp.” She cheekily taunted, though she also knew it to be true.
As much as he didn’t want it to, even that tiny joke set off Ric’s fragile sense of masculinity. No way a woman… his woman worked harder than him! Maybe one of those scrawny fags who came to the gym for yoga or some other gay shit, or a muscleheaded queer who cared more about bulk than real fitness, but not a athlete at the top of his game like Ric was! If that’s the way she wants to play, then so be it.
“Oh, really?” He grinned lewdly. “You think you’re tougher than me?”
As he spoke, Ric firmly held his girlfriend down to the couch with one burly arm, while the other roughly tore away Shari’s workout clothes, tossing her sports bra and her jogging shorts far away, leaving her in nothing but her cotton panties, which he tugged down to her knees. Shari, knowing how much her boyfriend loved being dominant with her, giggled and put up a half-hearted struggle.
“Mmm… what’s my big strong man going to do to little old me…?”
Baring his teeth, the newly super-straight Ric roughly began to assault his girlfriend’s tight pussy with his free hand, plunging thick, muscular fingers over and over into her cunt. Her thick, muscular thighs tightened around his hand, soaking his hand in pussy juice and sweat. Shari’s moans of pleasure were quickly silenced with a rough, deep kiss as Ric pushed his tongue between her lips. Ric the straight breeder drew on years of implanted memories to know exactly how to wrap an uppity woman around his finger (quite literally) and in moments Shari exploded with sticky pleasure all over his hand and the couch, though there was a strange nagging feeling in the back of his head that it was his first time every fingering a pussy. He shook away the feeling and basked the feeling of dominating his woman.
“Oh, god… Ric, baby… Thank you…”
Ric could only laugh.
“Shari, honey, you’re not done yet and you know it.”
Ric grinned and loosened his jogging pants, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring out. Shari knew exactly what he wanted and eagerly got down on her knees. She allowed Ric to gently guide her face to his cock and easily took the whole length of his drooling cock into her mouth. Like Ric, she was easily able to draw upon her new memories to know exactly how to fit his entire length in her mouth until it jammed the back of her throat. She felt a momentary feeling of disgust as his cock passed her lips, but she chalked it up to her gag reflex rather than her suppressed lesbian self crying out in shame at being forced to pleasure a homophobic bastard like ‘Ric’.
As he felt himself nearly ready to cum, Ric felt the need to put his woman in her place, and just before he was ready to shoot off, he pulled out and made sure to coat Shari’s hair, face and tits with thick were-breeder cum. The both lay there panting, Ric having satisfied his fractured sense of masculinity and Shari happy to let him feel like a big man once in a while.
“Alright, honey, go wash up and start making dinner. Got it babe? Love ‘ya.”
Shari winked and licked a bit of Ric’s cum off of her lips before turning to the bathroom to shower after her workout. Ric made sure to slap her muscular ass extra hard on the way out, making her jump and giggle. Then, Ric lay back and began to doze as he flipped though the channels on TV before settling on ESPN, where some football player (Moe something or other) was giving an interview thanking his mom and Jesus for helping him win his last game. As he relaxed and wound down from fucking Shari, he suddenly felt a shudder travel through his body, and looked down to see his body changing…
His muscles were shrinking. His body hair thinned until it was barely a dusting. And his proud, thick, straight cock dwindled into… Oh god. Eric remembered everything. He wasn’t some homophobic athlete at all! He was himself again, and found himself terrified at what had happened... and where was Pete, the love of his life!?
Eric looked frantically around, taking in his surroundings. There were athletic clothes scattered all around, and a thick stench of straight sex and sweat. From the bathroom, he heard humming and water running in a shower. He had to do something right away, but what…?