Greg and Phil were true otaku. Needless to say, they also were completely hopeless virgins. Greg was fat, wore thick-framed glasses and his entire body was full of pimples and on the other hand Phil was extremely slim and scrawny while being too tall giving him the aspect of a giant talking noodle. They considered themselves young and in the prime on their lives, but they were already nearing their mid-thirties and still lived in the respective basements of their moms.
Out of the two of them, Greg was the one with unlimited high-speed internet at home, so Phil was often found laying around somewhere on the fat pig’s junkyard of a living space.
One day Greg was trolling around anonymously in his favorite hentai image board when he saw a very interesting-looking post. It talked about some fake-looking reports of young, sexually-healthy men waking up as big-breasted women overnight as a result of a magic curse. It was so crazy it was unbelievable but the idea turned Greg on. A lot. So he kept reading.
He researched about this strange phenomena and all the cases seemed to have a lot of things in common. For starters, all of the “victims” claimed that their transformations started right after they finished orgasming. Most of them had been looking at porn but some claimed it happened after having intercourse with their wives. The next common factor was interesting: they didn’t just turn into female versions of themselves, they had transformed into the dream girl from the exact same fantasies they were thinking about when they orgasmed. Every “victim” of this “curse” claimed they had orgasmed at exactly midnight and the most fascinating fact of all... they all lived in this state, very near where Greg and Phil lived!
“Holy fucking shit! We have to try this!” Greg exclaimed. “Phil, are you around?!” He shouted loudly, not bothering to move his gaze away from the computer screen.
“Yup.” Phil emerged from a nearby pile of rubble. “I was streaming some hentai.” He pointed at his phone.
“Oh, perfect! Don’t fap to it just yet! Store it for offline viewing! We’re going to do a very crazy experiment!”
Greg explained the whole curse to Phil. If the theory from the anonymous circle of hentai-fappers was true, they could become the sex-bombs of their wildest dreams!
“So you’re basically saying that if we orgasm at midnight we’ll transform into our fantasies?” Phil asked. “Sounds like fun. I’d love to be a big busty blonde bimbo like the barbarian heroine I was just watching.” He continued without doubting even for a second that the whole thing could be a dud.
“Fucking hot! If we turn into hot anime girls we could act out all of our favorite yuri scenes with each other!” Greg’s greasy body was already sporting a chubby boner.
“Yuck. Does that mean we’ll have sex with each other? Gross.”
Greg calmed Phil down. “Remember, we won’t be ourselves, we’ll be hot waifus!”
“Oh, right! That sounds a lot better. I’d rather stay as far away from your smelly buttcrack as possible.”
So both virgins decided they’d test out this curse that same night. Greg loaded the hentai film Phil had downloaded into a projector so they could masturbate to the big screen.
“Remember, no touching each other until after we have transformed, okay? I have a reputation to look after...” Greg said. Phil rolled his eyes.
It was 11:55 PM. Just five minutes to midnight. They’d only have a 60-second threshold so they had already dropped their pants down and were touching themselves.
“You synchronized the video so the cumming scene plays at midnight just like I told you, right?” Greg asked as he yanked his six-inch manhood.
“Of course I did, stop asking so many times!” Phil replied. Phil’s penis was thin as a pencil and uncut.
The hentai film continued playing in front of them. It was set in a fantasy medieval world. Two hot big-breasted women clad in very revealing armor were venturing into a cave in search of treasure, but a pair of monsters were ready to ambush them. The blonde girl, the one Phil was furiously masturbating to, screamed in surprise when a very thick and veiny tentacle enveloped her leg. The fleshy pink tentacle’s appearance was obviously phallic in design, with a big dripping mouth whose lips looked like a wrinkled foreskin. The big muscle of a tentacle was slowly threading up her leg in search of a warm pussy to fuck.
The red-headed girl, the one Greg had fixed his eyes on, took out her sword and was about to help her companion when an undead creature that looked like the bastard offspring of a fat man and a stinky pig grabbed her from behind. His eyes were wide open, his skin intense pink and his mouth hung open like a zombie, his breath repulsing the heroine. The pigman was dressed in nothing but a very short loincloth that covered his extremely small penis but did nothing to cover up the huge porcine testicles that hung right below. The redhead kicked the pigman on his right testicle which made a cracking sound and the creature recoiled in pain, squealing. But apparently the pigman was a masochist so this only made his small penis much harder. He forced his grip on the woman and with his free hand he removed his loincloth, revealing his leaking cock in all its pathetic glory.
Greg glanced at the clock. “Only one minute left!” Phil was too absorbed in his wank to answer back.
The blonde screamed as the slimy tentacle entered her vagina. The tentacle was enjoying his feast from the inside. The redhead was still held by the undead pig, she yelped in agony as she trying to liberate herself to no avail. The pigman’s fat pink fingers grabbed her by the hair and the pig grinned evilly. He didn’t waste more time and proceeded to anally rape the crying heroine.
Both heroines were moaning in high-pitched voices. The two otaku really enjoyed their suffering at the hands of these disgusting monsters. In a way, it was like these awfully ugly beasts personified the hidden desires of virgin men like Greg and Phil.
“It’s midnight! Go! Go! Go!” The fat man screamed.
Both men were nearing orgasm. Greg was actually relieved, as he couldn’t go on for much longer. His battered meat was starting to hurt.
The undead pigman was about to cum inside the girl. Just before he did, a close-up of his ugly porcine face experiencing an orgasm filled the projected screen. Greg came right at that moment.
The blonde girl yelled. The tentacle was about to expel some disgusting bodily fluid inside her. Just before the appendage did it, though, an x-ray vision of the tentacle’s cum traveling through his entire length appeared on screen and Phil orgasmed right when a close-up of the tentacle’s lips about to burst with cum was played on the projection.
“Huff! Huff! Was it a success?” Greg asked with jaded breath and fingers full of sticky cum. He was a bit sad to leave the little hentai fantasy world behind.
“Phew, what a great wank. ...Blergh!” Phil suddenly felt like he was going to puke, but nothing came out. “Ugh, I don’t feel very well...”
“That’s from your lack of stamina. A stud like me can last for much longer! Hehehehe, squee!” Greg’s bragging got cut short by his own unexpected squeal.
“You call yourself a stud?” Phil mocked him. “You’re such a fatso you can’t even breathe without squealing like a pig!”
“Sh...Shut up!” Greg demanded undignified. “It’s just that cola I drank earlier. It doesn’t mean that I *squeeeeee*al like a pig...”
“Hahahaha, you’re such a fat hog!”
“Squeee!...Shut up!” Greg snorted with embarrassment. “At least I don’t have a tiny pencil dick like you do!”
“What did you just say...?!” Phil remembered his pants were still down. “Fuck!” He put his pants back on but for some reason they seemed looser than they were a few minutes ago. “(Am I getting thinner?)” He thought to himself.
“Guess the rumor was false. Obviously. With my intellect I don’t believe so easily in such nonsense. Squee!” Greg said as he tried to put his pants on as well. But... “What the fuck?! My fucking pants don’t fit!”
“Pig!” Phil yelled.
“Shut up! They fit me well this morning!” Greg pants never fit his big butt well at all, but it was true that it was much worse now. “Squee! Impossible!” He tried again and again to put his pants and underpants back on, but his thighs were rapidly expanding. “What the...? No!” By now all of his clothes felt constricting on his fat body. “Squeeeee!” Squealed the ugly man as his now massive belly and moobs ripped his shirt to shreds. “What is happening?!” Greg cried. His glasses fell to the floor because something pushed them away. He touched his face and squealed with even more intensity when he found a very round pig snout.
“The fuck is this thing on my face?!”
Phil burst out laughing. “Dude! This curse thing works after all! But why were you masturbating at the pig guy? Hahahaha!”
“What the *squee* are you talking about...? Don’t joke about that...” Greg looked down at his fatter-than-ever body and noticed his skin was turning intense pink, just like the stinky pig dude from the hentai film. “No... No... This can’t squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!” The pigman cried in despair. But the transformation was far from over.
Greg tried to make a step forward, but he felt something big and round on his way. He kicked it, and felt a great surge of pain on his most private parts. He squealed specially sharply this time.
“Wow! Dude! Your testicles are ENORMOUS! But your dick is turning into a tiny mushroom cap, not like it can barely be seen below all that fat, hahahaha!”
“The FUCK?! I look like a fucking monster! Even my ears look like a pig’s!” He said as he touched his body all over with his fat porky fingers. “What’s this thing on top of my butt?!”
“Your pigtail, silly! Hahaha!” Phil was experiencing the funniest day on his life. Seeing his usually prideful fellow otaku humiliated like this was pure gold! If only he didn’t feel so weak... Phil felt like his noodle-like body was decomposing itself.
“It’s not funny! I don’t want to be pigman! This is all your fault! *Squee*!”
“What?! Why is it MY fault?!” Phil protested.
“You’re the one who synchronized the video so we would cum at midnight! I was supposed to turn into a hot waifu, not THIS!” Greg pointed at his fat pork belly. “*Squee*! I look like a frigging small-dicked monster, my odds at getting laid haven’t ever been so low!”
“Fuck you, Greg! It’s not my fault you were looking at the pig with so much desire!”
“*Squee*! Now you’ve done it!” Greg launched his humongous body at Phil, his thick hands going for his neck.
However, the moment Greg’s chubby and greasy fingers touched Phil’s neck something neither of them expected happened. Phil’s mouth opened wide in fear...So wide that in fact his big mouth became bigger than his whole face! Phil, overwhelmed by the pressure of Greg’s hands thrown up a big stream sticky bodily fluid right at Greg’s face.
“The fuck?!! Cum?!” The pig couldn’t believe it. He took a few steps back while looking at his former human friend incredulously.
“Ugh... Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in anymore...” Phil’s wrinkled lips made up of excess skin around the big hole where his face used to be said. The noodle of otaku felt really weird. He felt much skinnier than before, and his arms and legs were not responding. But for some reason his entire body felt so much sensitive that just moving around the basement swaying from side to side was making him horny as hell.
The pigman’s face hung open as he stared at the huge fleshy appendage in front of him. His friend had turned into the other monster from the film. A big, veiny, conveniently phallic-looking tentacle that looked ready to fuck the first hole it saw.
The tentacle looked at Greg and its hole arched sideways. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Its lips asked. With every single word it articulated a spew of cum came out from its smelly hollow sucker-like mouth with some hanging from it like saliva. The tentacle paced around the room, his loose sleeveless shirt falling into the floor as the monster didn’t have any shoulders for it to remain in place. Now naked and pink, he shivered a little. “Damn, it’s so cold. What I’d give for a nice tight place to squeeze myself into...” Phil wasn’t aware of the implication of his own words.
“Oh, shit... We’re so fucked!” Greg yelled. He sat down on his huge pink buttocks and contemplated their hopeless situation. “I wonder how everyone will react when they see us looking like this...”
The pigman glanced at the projection where the hentai film was nearing its end. The pigman and the tentacle had both been defeated thanks to the heroines’ swordsmanship, their butchered bodies discarded on top of a pile as the heroines walked towards the sunset.
“...*Squeeeee*! I don’t want that happening to me!” He squealed in horror and hugged the oblivious veiny tentacle for comfort, which grew hard in return. It felt great for Phil to be touched... and the nice view of the virgin pigman’s smelly buttcrack was a big plus.