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"That ass is unbelievably huge... and those pigtails... damn, she really fulfilled all my wishes." Stacey, formerly Stanley, thought to herself as she squeezed her plump, soft buttocks with her little hands. She looked closely at her surroundings and realized that nothing else had changed.

And for some reason she didn't feel panicked. The silhouette of Roland, Stacy's half-brother, was visible in the window. Originally, she wanted him to have it all... that huge ass, cute face and pigtails. She knew that the third wish was about what she felt inside. It was a burning feeling of lust. She literally felt like a fire was spreading inside her now while she was just looking at Roland's silhouette.

“We need to find a washing machine and call... our stepbrother, hehe,” Stacy thought with a smile, starting to move forward and stroking her tits.

...

- Stop staring at my ass, you pervert!

Margo muttered as she took her bag out of the car. However, she herself was in no hurry to change her position and pretended that she had not yet found something. She liked the way the policeman stared at her, but she had not yet admitted it to herself.

- Ma'am, I'm not staring. Just show your documents and that's it

- They must be here somewhere. Come closer and check my ass, maybe they are there!

Margot said in surprise and unexpectedly for herself, thinking that she was just joking, but at the end of the sentence realizing that she really wanted the officer to check her ass. She even did a twerk-like move.

"No, I'm not a street whore. No, no, no... I just want him... to fuck me like a bitch!"

Margot's thoughts were confused, but one thing was obvious - she really needed a release. Any sex or at least a h****b. It would have helped her and the officer was so close.

After that, she will be able to think normally again and somehow decide what she will do about the curse of her ex-girlfriend, who turned her from a successful manager at a bank into this...

...

- And what tale should I tell you, my Abdula?

- I don't know... damn, Carl, what the hell are you doing?

- I’m not Karl, honey, I’m Caroline, and you’re my Abdul. My Sultan. This is our fairy tale and it is just beginning. Do you want to touch my boobs...?

- Stop, please... Karl... Caroline. I'm not Abdul.. I... God... great Allah... What gorgeous curves you have

Abdula, still thinking of himself as Stephanie, felt for the first time in his life how his penis swells and gets excited, breaking through the hard fabric of the pants he was wearing. Caroline was already swallowed up by the spell... or she just felt that she really liked it all.

But Abdul still resisted. He didn't want to be some kind of Arab and a man. He wasn't a racist though. His life as a student, Stephanie, in the United States suited him well.

Stephanie wanted to break up with Karl, but he used some kind of spell to be together and now they ended up here... Stephanie tried to think that this was all not true and Karl’s actions in the first minutes also indicated that he also did not expect this. But soon everything began to change when both Caroline and Abdula began to feel changes within.

...

After the first wave, which passed a few minutes ago, 50 year old lumberjack Mike received this body. At that moment he was chopping a tree and the first thing he realized was that his ax had become somehow very heavy. After a moment, the feeling of the heavy chest became more important. These mounds of flesh stuck out from under his plaid shirt, and on top of them lay his long hair. His clothes almost fell off due to their large size, and everything around him began to seem somehow big.

Mike lost almost 50 centimeters in height and instead of being 1 meter 95 cm (6 ft 39 inches), he was now 1 meter 55 centimeters (5 ft 8 inches). He barely made it out of the forest without being completely naked and tried to walk home, feeling his chest and ass sway uncomfortably with every movement.

And as if Mike’s prayers had been heard, the second wave began and found him in the field. Instead of his baggy old clothes, he was now wearing a hot pink women's swimsuit that hugged his huge breasts and panties. The feeling of wrongness from his new proportions disappeared along with his clothes.

"I need a different name... Mike.. no, do I look like Mike. I'm Maria... Why Maria... I don't know, I just like this name so much"

Soon the third wave will come, which will take Mike's knowledge of English and professional knowledge of a lumberjack, replacing it with knowledge of Russian and the desire to become the wife of an oligarch