Piercing of The Soul: Part 1

Years ago I was cursed by a witch named Sandra. It's been too long at this point to really remember what I did or said to her now, but all I remember is that what she did to me, was completely unjustified. When Sandra first hit me with the spell, I felt my mind rip apart and I had this sensation of always moving. Before suddenly it got cold and I felt like I was motionless for an eternity. I was a guy before all this, mid-thirties, kind of lonely, so the life I had now because of her was just a sadder form of existence.

A bit later I felt this new weird feeling, I didn’t know how long it had been, but I felt myself splitting into tons of pieces. Each “new me” had a different shape and texture. It wasn’t until I first got pulled into a new body did I realize what happened. Somehow my soul had ended up in a big nugget of metal, and all the new “me’s” were turned into different types of piercings. I could feel a few that were some me's on the table next to me, but the biggest shock came when I looked down.

Two perfect protrusions were on my chest, and blonde hair fell into my face. I looked around for a mirror before seeing this young teen staring back at me. Of course I groped my chest a bit and felt some soft pleasurable pulsations run through my new body, but more exploration had to wait till I was alone. I could feel the piercing she had just put in her tongue. It was a bit of a painful sensation, and also weird as I felt the texture of it in my new mouth. I walked up to the counter at the tattoo and piercing shop and pulled out this girl’s credit card to pay, feeling all my new "assets" bounce along with me. Somehow I instinctively knew her pin and everything, that would definitely come in handy later.

I looked at her ID, my new name was Zoey, and she was only 18. Jeeze. Eventually I found her, my car, and flipped down the sun visor to see myself. She was cute, brown eyes, blonde hair, decent sized boobs. She was a girl I could never get with when I was younger. I fiddled with her keys for a second before starting the car and drove by muscle and brain memory to her home. Luckily only her younger sister was there so I escaped to my new room, anxious to explore my self.

I was horny and I knew it, flipping up my tank top I was greeted to the sight of Zoey’s breasts. They felt so soft and doughy in my hands and most importantly, felt really, really good. I massaged them for a while, enjoying the feeling of having tits on my chest. My hand began to slither down, feeling the curves of my new body, it was intoxicating and I let out a soft low moan. My voice was so cute and now from that, I wanted more. I quickly slipped off her yoga pants only to find that she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Naughty girl.” I said aloud to myself, enjoying the seductive voice leaking through.

Then I slipped a finger in, and if massaging my breasts was heaven, feeling pleasure through my pussy was heaven times nine. Electricity shot through me, stronger pleasure began coursing through my body, each hand movement on my clit felt like cumming as a guy over and over again.

“Oh, oh god. This feels so fucking good.”

I rubbed harder and faster and faster, a pressure building up inside of me, my right hand shot up to my breast and I squeezed, further amplifying the pleasure. My hand moved to my nipple and I tweaked it, letting out a feminine squeal as I did. The pressure kept building, I could feel it, I was about to have my first female orgasm.

“Mmmmhm.” I moaned as I went even faster on my vagina.

Then it happened.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ahhh, hmmmm, mmmmm.”

I sat there, twitching a bit, my left hand still massaging my pussy a bit while my other hand relaxed it’s grip on my tit.

“Fuck, I’m going to get addicted to this.”

When I had recovered a bit of my strength I looked for Zoey’s mirror, standing in front of it and groping my breasts. I wondered what would happen when a new person gets one of my cursed piercings installed on them. I smiled, damn it was a sexy smile, then I stuck my tongue out to see "myself". I started formulating a plan in my head, I wanted revenge on Sandra, but first I needed more information, namely, where she was now, and what year it was.

I opened Zoey's phone and checked the date, August 12th, 2021.

"20 years?!"

I sat back on my bed, my breasts bounced with me, causing a brief pleasurable sensation. Sandra would be around her fifties now, and I had a lot of time. I gripped one of my breasts and squeezed, smiling. I think before I do anything, a bit of fun is in order. I'll build up a collection of bodies, if that's even possible, and take revenge on Sandra. After all, I remember that only females can be witches, and well, I was a female now, so I had a lot to learn about being a girl, and a witch.