Chapter 1: Introduction
"Men are such unbelievable sluts, you know that?" Amelia said smilingly, her slinky dress doing little to cover her pneumatic form. "The News goes on and on about Men being transformed into big ass monsters and they go on begging and demeaning themselves for a piece of tail. You'd think that at least a few would have some sort of self preservation instinct kick in after the 3rd or 4th guy was made into a big fat troll, but here we are 9 in, and they still come out in full force."
"Uh, Huh." Emily nodded along. Emily wasn't so sure that she agreed with that assessment, There had been significantly less guys in the clubs than normal, it's just that the most vocal guys were still there, as well as most of the staff, who were mostly male anyway, so it seemed like the numbers were higher. But looking closely, there were large numbers of women partying it up, as well as a depressing number stilling alone and sad looking in booths along the wall.
"Maybe turning into a troll isn't enough of a deterrent. I mean, I guess a troll has big muscles, so they have strength, and some men desire that more than anything. I guess? I don't know." Amelia Continued.
"Sophia Here came up with this fantastic idea to turn all these horn dogs into Trolls, Big and fat, can't even talk right anymore, I guess it's hard when your tongue is the size of a watermelon, ha! We decided to give it a try, and let me tell you what babe..." Amelia Chuckled
"Amelia, he couldn't talk because he was crying. Crying because you turned him into a troll with out permission. You betrayed his trust and permanently disfigured him, and unlike at least three of the others, I'm not sure he deserved it." Sophia replied coldly.
"He didn't seem to appreciate how lucky he was to be in our presence, and frankly, neither do the rest of them. You want us to tone it down? Fine, we won't make them into Trolls, we'll turn them into something worse, something they hate even more. Maybe then they'll learn."
Lily piped up, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Or maybe we could turn them into giant spiders, or rats, or something really gross!" The others laughed, and Emily felt a chill run down her spine. These girls were serious about causing chaos and havoc, and they weren't afraid to hurt people to get what they wanted.
"Yeah, but then I can have my way with them, you know? And where's the fun in this if you can't ravage a crying monster?" Lily lamented. The other girls agreed in silence.
But despite her misgivings, Emily found herself drawn into their world. She watched as they sipped their drinks, their lips curved into seductive smiles as they flirted with the men around them.
It was clear that they enjoyed the power they held over these poor souls, relishing in the fact that they could turn their lives upside-down with just a drop of their potion.
Emily felt sick to her stomach as she realized the extent of their cruelty. How could they enjoy causing so much pain and suffering? Was there no one who could stop them before they caused irreparable damage?
"Let's just keep it to turning them to trolls, Okay? They're not soulless monsters, they are just human beings, probably lonely and sad ones, looking for some form of companionship." Emily said. "I mean, how many of them have approached any of you first?"
"Err, well, I- Hey look that at one, he looks like a juicy victim!" Amelia said, pointing at a fine looking young man with short sandy hair and green eyes.
He wore a tight fitting t-shirt that showed off his slender form, and tight jeans that hugged his ample lower half, a runner's build. Boy took care of himself. "Look at him, he's just asking for it. Let's see if he can handle our special brew."
Sophia nodded in agreement, and Lily grinned maliciously. Emily hesitated for a moment, feeling uneasy about what they were planning to do. But before she could say anything, the trio had already approached the young man.
He looked up at them, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in their beauty. Amelia smiled seductively, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of gold.
"Hey there, handsome," she purred, running her fingers through her hair. "We noticed you were looking kinda lost in this crowd. Why don't you come with us and we'll show you a good time?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, glancing nervously around the room.
He could feel the eyes of the other patrons burning into his skin, judging him for being such an easy target. But then again, he reasoned, what harm could there be in talking to these beautiful women? After all, he was single and lonely, and it had been months since he last had any company.
So he followed them to their table, feeling a surge of excitement in his chest. As they sat down, Amelia leaned forward, brushing her cleavage against his arm.
He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and his heart raced with anticipation.
"What's your name, handsome?" she purred, her voice low and sultry.
"I-I'm Jack," he stammered, feeling embarrassed by his own nervousness.
"Jack...such a sweet name," she cooed, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. Jack was blushing beneath his pale skin. Sophia and Lily pressed in, allowing him no room for escape.
He couldn't believe how quickly his heart was racing, as if he were a schoolboy again instead of a grown man. But then again, these women were beyond gorgeous, almost like movie stars. It was no wonder that he was feeling so overwhelmed.
As they talked, Amelia kept stealing glances at Jack's crotch, wondering how big his package was. Lily could only giggle and nod as she Imagined what she was going to do to him when he was fully transformed. Sophia was watching carefully too, her eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity.
She had seen many men fall prey to their tricks, but something about Jack seemed different. He was nervous, yes, but it was closer to guarded, like he was about ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. A nervous rabbit ready to bound away when he noticed the coyotes. They'd have to be careful not to let him figure out too much
Meanwhile, Lily was busy examining Jack's physique, her gaze lingering on his firm muscles and toned legs.
She couldn't help but imagine what he would look like naked, sweaty and helpless under their troll spell. Her mouth watered at the thought of it, and she caught herself licking her lips without realizing it.
Across the room, Emily observed the interaction with growing concern. Something about the whole situation felt wrong to her, and yet she couldn't quite put her finger on why. All she knew was that she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, warning her to stay away from these dangerous women. She had promised to only observe, use fake names, and not let any men know what they were going to do to them. She needed this article for her website, and her boss wanted to be the first to break this story wide open.
Still, as much as a Feminist and borderline Misandrist as she was, Emily felt bad for these guys. None of them had been bad people. Horny and sad, sure, but they were clean, no hateful or misogynistic posts on any social media, no creepy lingering on women's pages, no stalking, no harassment, absolutely no crimes among the 9, or soon to be 10, of them. These witches didn't care who they hurt, as long as they were male.
And the way they did this sort of seemed, less than consensual.
But she agreed only to observe and not interfere with their plans. She'd lose her in if she interfered, so she could only watch with bated breath as this poor horny fool became their next monstrous plaything.
She wondered if there were any ladies out there who'd prefer a troll boyfriend. Had to be she thought, before realizing she was missing out on the witches pressuring Jack.
The tension in the air grew palpable as Amelia pulled out a small vial from her bag, her smile predatory. Sophia pressed herself against Jack, preventing him from moving too much, even as he visibly squirmed under her touch. He must have knew something was wrong, and wanted out, but couldn't get away. Emily Gritted her teeth and watched. Unwilling to help, she found her self unable to look away. 'I hope you at least enjoy your new form, you poor man.' she thought.
Lily moved behind Jack, her arms wrapping around his waist as she whispered into his ear. "You're such a cutie, you know that? We just want to have some fun with you." She was distracting him from Amelia
"I think I'd like to leave now." He said, voice quivering. They remained unmoved.
Amelia narrowed her eyes, clearly irritated at Jack's sudden lack of interest. "Don't you want to have some fun with us?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jack swallowed hard, feeling a knot forming in his throat. He had never been so scared in his life - he knew he was in over his head, but he also knew that trying to escape would only lead to more trouble.
Across the room, Emily watched the exchange unfold with mounting dread.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and sweat began to trickle down her back. This wasn't supposed to happen - she had promised not to interfere, but she couldn't bear to watch this innocent man be turned into a troll against his will. It was like a horror movie happening right in front of her.
Before she could do anything, Amelia struck, she thrust the vial into his mouth and slammed his head back. Sophia and Lilly moved to assist. rubbing his throat to make sure he swallowed the whole thing. They then stared at him in anticipation as Jack began to look green. He felt afraid, violated, confused, and vulnerable. His eyes darted around the room, and locked eyes with Emily for a moment, a sad, pained look that vaporized as the transformation began.
His skin started to roughen and turn green, his nose elongated, his ears sharpened. His clothes ripped apart, leaving him naked except for the potion's effects. The once smooth lines of his face now etched deep furrows, his jaw protruding into a grotesque snout. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he writhed in agony, transforming into a horrifying creature before their very eyes.
Sophia laughed cruelly, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Oh my God, look at you! You're disgusting!" She slapped him across the face, sending him reeling.
Jack fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he stared at his grotesque reflection in the mirror. He couldn't believe what had happened - one minute he was just a normal guy trying to have a good time, and the next he was a hideous troll, forever banished from human society.
Lily pounced on him, as his muscles and gut began to swell.
She grabbed hold of his thick, meaty penis, laughing as it sprang free from its confines. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before - huge and veiny, pulsing with power and energy. Amelia joined in, stroking his massive biceps and kissing him passionately on the lips.
"Isn't he just perfect?" she purred, her eyes sparkling with delight. "We should keep him forever!" Sophia shook her head, a frown marring her otherwise beautiful features. She rubbed his swelling belly. "This is too small he needs to grow. What's the point if they aren't fat? I don't think so," she replied coolly.
Amelia rolled her eyes, smirking indulgently. "Don't be ridiculous, Sophia. Everyone knows that trolls are incredibly sexy - especially when they've been transformed by our special potion. Just watch as Emily here can't resist him."
Emily felt her cheeks flush with anger at Amelia's words.
How dare she suggest that anyone would find pleasure in being transformed into a repulsive troll? Jack was a human being, not some object to be used for their sick entertainment.
Without thinking, she stood up and marched over to where Jack was sitting, his massive frame trembling with fear and confusion. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, his face contorted with pain and terror, as Lily worked at his crotch, he wasn't aroused, he was afraid and in pain.
"Please," he begged. "Help me."
Jack pleaded. Emily's eyes softened as she took in his plight. She reached out and brushed his sweaty hair off his forehead, wincing at the sight of his misshapen nose and cavernous eyes.
"Strike one, Emily. Step back and stay back, He's ours now, and we'll use him as we see fit." Sophia said coldly.
Amelia's eyes gleamed with malicious glee as she watched Jack struggle to come to terms with his new reality. Her heart raced with excitement as she imagined all the ways they could torment him - perhaps tie him up and force-feed him until he burst at the seams. Or maybe paint him gold and auction him off to the highest bidder. The possibilities were endless.
As Emily Retreated a few paces she couldn't help but think, in the right light, he still had some charm to him, in an ugly cute kind of way, the bulging biceps and thick chest helped. Strength made form, a little rough, but not unattractive.
She could do without the beer belly, though.
Lily still worked on him, finally getting a rise out of him, his cock stirring and growing to monstrous proportions as he continued to cry.
His body changed and shifted, veins popping out of his skin, his muscles swelling and growing larger, his belly expanding until it nearly dragged along the ground. He moaned in despair as he felt himself changing, his humanity slipping away from him with each passing second. His mind remained untouched, however, a final cruelty to be unchanged in mind while his body was inhuman.
Sophia circled around him, admiring the results of their handiwork. "Look at him now," she exclaimed.
"He's the epitome of masculinity, isn't he? All muscles and sex drive. Beer belly over fed from his id and endless ego inflating. A slice of pure male essence. All man with femininity removed." Sophia Smirked, rubbing his mammoth belly, as he continued to weep over his lost humanity, clawed hands covering his face.
As if he could cover enough of his shame. Sophia was enjoying the show.
Emily watched in despair as Jack's body continued to mutate before her very eyes. It was like watching a living nightmare unfold - one that she couldn't escape from. With every passing second, Jack became more and more of a monster - his flesh stretched and distorted, his limbs growing thicker and stronger with each passing moment. if he stood at full height, he'd be 10, 12 feet tall.
Emily couldn't bear to watch as he transformed before her very eyes, his once handsome features replaced by a grotesque caricature of masculinity. He's transformation concluded and Jack was left sitting there, bloated, transformed and humiliated. His sobs were replaced with numbness, as Lily Gleefully pushed him onto his back so she could have her way with this broken mass of masculinity.
Sophia taunted him mercilessly, her eyes glinting with sadistic glee as she ran her fingers over his swollen pecs and bulging biceps. "Doesn't he just exude power?" she purred, her voice dripping with contempt.
"You really don't understand how lucky you are, do you? Most men would give anything to be in your position - to be worshipped and adored by women like us. Look at you, the ultimate masculine ideal, and you weep over it. You are pathetic."
Sophia spat venomously.
She couldn't stand looking at him after her brief moments of enjoyment. Too big, too beastly, no longer appealing. She shook her head, rolling her eyes at the sight of him, her nose crinkling in disgust.
Emily hung back, unable to tear her gaze away from the spectacle before her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing - Jack had been violated in more ways than one.
His once sharp features were now obscured by rolls of fat and tangles of hair, his once lithe body now a hulking mass of muscle and flesh. Even his movements had become slower, clumsier - like a bear lumbering through the forest.
It was clear that he was utterly defeated, resigned to his fate as a plaything for these witches. Emily wanted nothing more than to take him away from this hellish existence, to restore him to his former glory and provide him with the love and respect he deserved.
Lilly was like a maniac, guiding his monstrous cock into her and riding him like there was no tomorrow.
As she moved with him, her tight dress revealing her body curves with each move, Jack struggled to come to terms with the fact that he was being used as a mere object of pleasure. He tried to push her away, but his strength seemed to be gone, replaced by a weakness, fully mental, that made him feel helpless and exposed.
Sophia watched the pair intently, her eyes brightening with excitement as she saw the way Lily moved her hips across Jack's unmoving body.
Jack's mind left for the time being. He stopped reacting at all. just lying there staring into the empty middle distance. Emily wondered if he'd ever fully recover his mind.
There was a chance that he might remain trapped in this brutal reality forever. The thought sent shivers down her spine, chilling her to the core.
Lilly Ground upon him filling herself with his cock and riding him. She, inspite of her uncooperative partner, was nearing climax with her big mass of muscle and fat.
The heat built inside her, spreading throughout her body, intensifying with every passing second. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of ecstasy coursing through her veins. As she approached orgasm, Lily could feel her entire body begin to shake with desire. Her breath grew ragged, her heartbeat quickening with anticipation.
With each passing second, she could feel the waves of pleasure building within her - threatening to overwhelm her completely. And then, suddenly, it hit her - a massive orgasm that seemed to shake her very soul. She cried out loud, her voice echoing through the dimly lit room as she milked every last drop of satisfaction from her experience.
As Lily recovered from her climax, she glanced over at Emily, who was still standing nearby, her eyes fixed on the gruesome spectacle before her.
There was a look of horror and revulsion on her face, which only served to fuel Lily's sense of triumph. After all, she thought, it was only natural for someone like Emily to be horrified by such a display of raw masculinity.
But even as she basked in her victory, Lily couldn't help but notice the faint hint of sadness lingering in the corners of Emily's eyes. It was almost as if she could sense the true nature of Jack's suffering - the loss of his identity, the betrayal of his own body.
Jack laid there in absolute silence, his body unrecognizable, large, bloated and naked, his mind crushed but the horror of his condition, his consent dismissed, and his very core violated. He felt nothing, not even pain, until self loathing flooded in, he moved his clawed hands to his face and sobbed.
The weight of the world pressed down on him, suffocating him, making him wish he could disappear. This wasn't happening, he repeated to himself, trying to make sense of his situation. But deep down, he knew the truth - that he had crossed paths with forces far beyond his understanding.
Across the room, Emily watched the scene unfold with increasing horror. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing - Jack had been transformed into something monstrous, stripped of his dignity and reduced to a mere object of pleasure.
Lily adjusted herself as she finished up, giving Jack's belly a soft kiss as she fixed her dress and moved towards her friends, smiling wolfishly. Amelia moved over and cupped jacks face in her hand, and spoke.
"You know, the best part about doing this is watching them squirm. Watching them try to reconcile their egos with their newfound vulnerability. It's a beautiful thing to see, really."
Sophia chimed in, laughing maliciously. "And let's not forget the looks on their faces when they realize they've been duped. Pure panic, followed by a slow descent into despair."
Lily giggled, adding, "Oh, and let's not forget the best part - when they beg us to undo our work. Seeing them prostrate themselves at our feet, begging for mercy, is simply delightful. It's times like these that remind me why I loved witchcraft in the first place - the ability to control others and manipulate their lives to suit our needs."
Amelia nodded in agreement, grinning wickedly. "Yes, indeed. There's nothing quite like watching them squirm under our spell. We hold all the power here, and they're at our mercy." She looked into Jack's vacant eyes and rubbed his face. Jack didn't respond, he just sat there his large monstrous form laying limp and heavy upon the floor.
"Uh, Amelia, he's not- He's not begging to be turned back. He's not said anything at all, in like, 5 minutes. I think we might have broken him." Sophia pointed out.
"Look at him, he's practically catatonic. It's like watching a shell of a man, devoid of all emotion or willpower. Poor thing doesn't even seem to recognize us anymore."
Amelia sighed, shaking her head. "I suppose you're right. It does seem like we may have taken things a bit too far this time around. Still, it's not like we can undo our work now. The damage has already been done, and it's too late to go back. Besides, where's the fun in that? It's much more satisfying to watch them suffer under our control. It's a game, after all, and we're in charge of the rules."
"Well," Lily mused, casting a sidelong glance at Jack's prone form, "what do you say we make him a little more... interactive? Perhaps put him to good use in our little games?"
Sophia laughed darkly. "Oh yes, I like that idea. We could use him as a prop in our little parties - you know, to add some extra excitement to our proceedings. Imagine the look on people's faces when they see him lounging around, naked and oblivious. It would certainly liven things up, wouldn't you agree?"
Amelia cackled gleefully, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Lily nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a smile. "Absolutely. We could also experiment with different spells, see if we can find one that makes him even more... pliable. That would be quite amusing, don't you think?" Amelia's eyes twinkled with mischief as she considered the possibilities.
Sophia nodded eagerly. "Oh, I couldn't agree more. I mean, imagine the look on his face when he realizes he's been transformed yet again! Priceless."
Lily snickered, shaking her head. "Plus, free sex when we want it! No fuss no muss!"
Lily declared, motioning towards Jack. "Let's get him ready for tonight's festivities."
Emily Couldn't stand it any more, this was an innocent man they transformed and assaulted. She had to get him away from them. She had to thought of something quick before they did god knows what to him. Her eyes darted around as she laid eyes on her notebook. She had an idea.
"Ladies! I would like the opportunity to interview him before you take him back to your lair. I would like to do it in private, so he wouldn't change his answers to appease you. You get me?" Emily said, hoping that she was convincing enough.
The three witches eyed her suspiciously, clearly skeptical of her sudden interest in their victim. However, eventually, they relented, conceding that allowing her a few moments alone with him would likely serve their purposes better than denying her access altogether.
With that settled, Emily hurried over to Jack's side, kneeling beside him and gently taking his hands in hers. She gazed into his lifeless eyes, searching for some sign of recognition or comprehension. To her relief, he appeared to register her presence, blinking slowly and turning his head towards her.
"When you're done with him, bring him back to our lair, you remember where it is., right? We'll talk further when we're there, but for right now I have an idea. Let's go see if we can make it reality,. Sophia, Lily, let's go home." Amelia said, taking the other two witches, and heading for the door.
She smiled reassuringly, squeezing his hands gently and murmuring soothing words in his ear.
"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe now. We'll get you out of here soon, I promise."
His eyes seemed to clear slightly, focuses on her face, though there was still a distant quality to his gaze. She could tell that he was confused and disoriented, struggling to process what had happened to him.
She helped him to his feet. He was large and clumsy, but he was strong, and his muscles were powerful, she felt them under his velvety skin. As he walked with her, his strength flooded back, and soon he was almost carrying her, he felt ashamed that she was aroused by him.
She brought him back to her apartment, and somehow managed to cram his fat ass through all the doors without breaking anything.
As so as the door was closed, he quivered and began sobbing again.
His tears fell onto the floor, splashing against the tiles like raindrops. Emily hugged him tightly, whispering comforting words in his ear as she struggled to calm him down.
He was like a child lost in the woods, scared and alone, and she couldn't bear to see him like this. With a gentle touch, she stroked his massive chest, feeling the velvet smoothness of his skin beneath her fingers.
His heartbeat thundered against her palm, a steady drumming sound that echoed throughout the room. She marveled at the sheer size of him, the way he towered above her like a colossus. Despite his intimidating appearance, however, he seemed surprisingly gentle and docile. When she ran her fingers through his thick, shaggy hair, he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly.
Emily could feel herself falling under his spell, drawn in by the raw power and intensity of his presence. As she touched him he recoiled violently, and moved swiftly away from her, scrambling into a corner and hiding his face.
She realized what she had done. He had been violated, and she was moving in on him, triggering feelings of further violation. She was horrified by her actions.
How could she have been so callous, so insensitive? She had invaded his space, touched him without permission, and triggered painful memories from his past. And for what? For some cheap thrill, some fleeting moment of excitement? It wasn't worth it, she realized – not when it came at the expense of someone else's suffering.
Determined to make things right, Emily approached Jack once again, this time with a gentler tone and a more sympathetic attitude. She knelt beside him, stroking his massive arm and whispering comforting words in his ear.
"Shhh, it's okay. You're safe now. We'll get you out of here soon, I promise."
Her voice was soft and soothing, like a lullaby that calmed his troubled spirit. He gazed up at her with wide, pleading eyes, and she knew that she had won his trust. Still his sadness and sorrow filled him.
"What about this is okay?" He whispered, his voice low, raspy and heavy.
From that point on, Emily devoted herself to helping Jack recover from his trauma. she walked him to the couch and let him sleep. as she moved to her computer to start writing the article, she couldn't help but feel attracted to this mass of masculinity made flesh.
His muscular frame was adorned with thick, shaggy fur that hinted at his primal nature, while his piercing blue eyes seemed to peer straight into her soul. Emily found herself irresistibly drawn to Jack, unable to tear her gaze away from his imposing figure.