Unbeknownst to you, your freedom from the Woods of Lust was not entirely by your own choice . Greater forces than you, the gods of the forest themselves, had decided to cast an experiment out into the World of Man. You, whilst suffering only a small change into a clean cut, smooth and boyish form that would have been the perfect template to carve into a Beast of Lust, were nether the less tainted by the Forest's curse. A part of you had been changed, and perhaps if the Gods were lucky, a part of the curse was carried within you.
And now the Gods waited as you slept soundly in your bed. You were sweating profusely, moaning and tossing uncomfortably in your bedsheets. In a haze, eyes still closed and not desiring to awaken, you fumbled for your boxers and pulled them off and threw them away. Still you felt hot, flushed with a familiar charge that would have alarmed you if you had been conscious. You then felt another kind of hotness, an aspect of your flesh that caused your thoughts to become focused on all sorts of pleasures of the body. You grinned as your dreams became filled with flesh against flesh, sex out in the open woods that you had abandoned. Moaning you kicked of your bedsheets and then rolled onto your side, too hot for any kind of covering, your erection digging into your mattress and then, the pleasures setting your soul alight! You begun to run in your sleep, digging into your sheets as if it were a person, or beast.
You groaned louder, deep and stupid moans and whispers. This was rich, hot, lust that would have made you wonder why you'd ever leave that wonderful forest.
'Fuck...' you said, although still adrift within a soaking wet dream.
This pleasurer begun to radiate an aurar that flickered and soon surrounded your home. Then, as you raced towards a sticky finale, the aura flashed across your hometown, immediately surrounding it and the forest of lust, into one great, cursed place.
Your eyes snapped awake as you came serval, thick and heavy ropes of cum. Your bedsheets were left sticky and wet with all manner of your bodily fluids. You laid their in the messy afterglow, before slowly you sat up, your dick already humming and ready for action. Your eyes went wide as slowly you came to realize that you were still under the influence of the curse. But then another part of yourself, the deeper and hotter part begging to be fucked, knew that wasn't all that had happened...
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Your neighbor Tony had just gotten back from an evening walk. Stepping into his home, the thin young man shut the door behind him and threw away his jacket. It was funny how, despite it being decently late in the evening, how hot he suddenly felt. So Tony went and got himself a drink of water, tugging at his t-shirt as he chugged down the glass and then another.
Still the heat persisted, his body getting hotter and hotter in a sudden and dramatic fashion that his mind flung into a blind panic. He grabbed his clothing and rapidly began to pull it off his body now drenched in sweat as if he'd just gotten out of the shower. Now he stood naked, and a brief calm took him.
"What in the world is happening?" He begun.
Tony was also unaware that his clothing, the ones he had tossed aside, had slowly and dramatically begun decomposing into moss. Still, there were other things taking his attention. But that too would change.
Suddenly, like a bunch to the gut, lust struck the young man hot and immediately his dick sprung to full mast, a little squirt of pre excitedly squirting from out his sweaty shaft. The young man stumbled back, falling into the wall behind him as his confusion was overwhelmed by a simple urge to play with his vibrating masculinity...