It was almost midnight and the full moon was high in the sky as Greg was hiking through the woods. He had heard about a wild occult party being held by the lake in the woods near his house and he had to see it for himself. He had left his house 20 minutes ago after his pregnant wife had yelled at him for flirting with her sister. Greg felt that he shouldn’t be blamed for flirting because her sister had huge tits and his wife wouldn't have sex with him because of the baby. He was feeling backed up and thought that he could score easy tail at the party he was sneaking off to.
When Greg finally arrived at the party what he saw both comforted him and disappointed him. When he heard occult party in the woods he thought it would be a wild night of debauchery and vice. What he saw appeared to be a normal college party if one where most of the of the women wore strange witchy costumes. Greg who had been on his high school's football team had his fair share of party experience and felt comfortable walking right in.
Greg’s first stop at the party was at the drinks table. All the drinks were being served from smoking cauldrons by one of the costumed women. The woman must have seen the confused look on Greg’s face and assured him that they were safe and just normal alcohol. While she was ladling out a cup for him he couldn't help but stare at her tight witch's outfit that hugged her body and emphasized her breasts. Greg also noticed a strange bulge in her crotch which made him think it was either part of her costume or she was trans. Greg leaned towards the first option because her tits looked too big and natural to be implants. Regardless of what was true he wouldn’t be trying to pick her up.
With a cup in his hand Greg now planned to find another girl to ply with alcohol and then take her to a hotel for sex. The first thing he needed to do was find a girl. After looking around at the people there he found a girl who had a body that could only be described as dripping with sex, not only that but she was dressed in only a black bikini knee length black cloak and a large witch hat. She was talking with a shorter guy who looked rather slim. Greg walk over to the bikini clad witch and pushed the smaller guy away saying
"sorry but it's my turn now".
The shorter guy stumbled backwards but didn't fall, steadying himself he looked at Greg with contempt and a bit of rage. Before he could retort the the witch put her arm out towards him saying "it's ok Steve".
Before she could say more Greg interrupted saying
"yeah Steve it's ok, now that there is a real man here".
Greg's goal was to anger him into attacking him so that he could beat him in a fight proving his strength. Before that could happen the witch spoke to him in an annoyed tone asking him "what do you want".
Greg replied with
"just your name and maybe an hour of your time but you might what more than an hour after you see me in action".
"firstly my name is Sarah and no you can not have any of my time as I am one of the hosts of this party and came here with Steve" said Sarah.
"Oh come on he is a head shorter than me and I don't mind waiting till after the party" said Greg. After Greg finished his sentence he knew he had said something wrong and that the woman infront of him was not just dressed like a witch. Her eyes glowed green and there was the sound of tearing coming from her crotch.
"Normally I suppress this in public but I really can't stand guys like you. Kneel" she commanded. Greg found himself kneeling on the ground in front of her, head level with her crotch which had been flat when he approached her but was now bulging out towards him obscenely.
"What is this that I smell on you" said Sarah taking a deep breath through her nostrils.
"You already have a wife and you have the insolence to be hitting up other women. Not only that but she is pregnant too" continued Sarah getting more angry.
"You must be punished, and I think I know just the punishment" completed Sarah. With that her bikini bottom finally gave way as a huge cock ripped free and slapped Greg across the face. Greg tried to flee or yell but he was frozen in his position.
"I Sarah Renwick of the Long Shaft Coven, curse you so that your daughter will bare proof of your infidelity, proof in a manner that will shame you and your precious masculinity" intoned Sarah as her eyes continued to glow and magic built around her. Sarah’s thick cock then pointed itself at Greg and with a loud moan of pleasure from the witch the cock began throbbing and spewing jets of cum over him. The cum splattered over and covered Greg’s face and when all he could see was white he lost consciousness.
When Greg woke up he found himself on his porch with a letter in his hand. The sun was just rising and Greg frantically padded himself down for proof of what he remembered happening last night but there was nothing but the letter to say that everything hadn’t been a dream. With trepidation Greg opened the letter and read.
-- congratulations due to your stupidity and arrogance you have been cursed. If you cheat on your wife again this curse will cause your daughter to grow a penis that will put yours to shame. It will continue to grow so long as you cheat on your wife and will only go away if you yourself cause it to ejaculate.
PS. I wouldn’t cheat on your wife before your daughter is born. It would be awkward having your daughter come out with a dick bigger than her father’s.
PPS. If you try and abandon your family the curse will shrink your manhood to a one inch nub that will never get hard again.