Stupido scooter! (Patreon)

- Tacchi opachi. Inizia, stupido scooter! (Stupid heels. Get started, stupid scooter!)

- Oh, signorina ... Lascia che ti aiuti! (Oh miss ... let me help you!)

- No no no! Andare via! Allontanati da me tesoro! No, no, non è questo che intendo, tesoro! Che diavolo ... (No, no, no! Get away! Get away from me cutie! No, no, I didn't mean that, sweetie! What the hell ...)

It was a real nightmare for Mark - a former brutal biker traveling through Italy who arrived here an hour ago.

Unfortunately for Mark, this time on his journey he came across a real witch. Although, of course, he could not know this when in this secluded place he saw this girl alone. The beauty stood on the shore of the rocky shore and looked into the distance without expecting that a huge guy in a leather jacket with unshaven stubble and a grin would suddenly appear behind her.

Mark was sure he had hit the jackpot. In a foreign country, in an area where there is no one to meet such a beauty. He could not deny himself his feelings surging on him and already imagined how he gets into her panties.

Without much publicity, he did not even ask her name and, according to his old habit, even before his prison term, he decided to take her. Her Italian words passed his ears and he did not pay attention to them only until his head suddenly ached and after a couple of seconds he already understood her speech. She escaped easily from his new little palms, leaving him at a loss for the fact that for him she became taller, although in fact Mark himself became much shorter.

- You stupid fucking son of a bitch! All your life you will regret what you wanted to do and for sure did with people like me!

- What! What the?!

Understanding her speech and at the same time hearing his new voice, Mark examined his new body in shock. His leather jacket and jeans were gone, and instead he was wearing a brown dress with small shoulder straps under which the weight of new breasts was clearly felt, loosely dangling without a bra. Instead of his bandana, he wore a bandage over his long hair, which now and then caught his eyes from the bangs. Staggering on his heels, Mark looked at the witch in shock

- What have you done to me!? You are ... stupi ... st ... sweet lady! Not! Why am I saying this?

- Because now you will be affectionate and sweet for everyone, despite your terrible character! Trouble-free Italian for all guys!

- Fuck you!

- And that too! Young ladies don't swear!

- What the fuck ?! Change me back deary! No, you are not cute, you are a bit ... beauty

But the witch had already disappeared without listening to Mark, leaving him here alone. So that Mark, hobbled in heels and cursing his new weak body with dangling tits, went to the place where he left his Harley to see this little scooter instead.